JULIE. There—in the big prison. They're alone all the time, and people forget them. [The attitude of the Crowd changes. It has become serious; some frown and do not look at their neighbors. They stare at the ground, and appear to be speaking to themselves.]
MARAT. How do you know that, little one?
JULIE. I know—I've been told. I often think about them, at night.
MARAT [smoothing her hair]. But you must sleep at night.
JULIE [after a few moments' pause, takes MARAT'S hands and says with passion], We will free them, won't we?
MARAT. But how?
JULIE. Go there all together.
THE CROWD [laughing]. Ha! It's so easy! [The Little Girl raises her eyes, and sees the circle of curious onlookers staring at her. She is frightened and hides her head in her arm, which rests on HULIN'S table.]
LA CONTAT. Isn't she dear!
MARAT [looking at her]. Holy virtue of childhood, pure spark of goodness, what a comfort you are! How dark would the world be without children's eyes! [He goes gravely toward the child, takes her hand, which hangs limp, and kisses her.]