DESMOULINS. It's a fort to defend you. [They look at each other and smile.]
LUCILE. I can't stay any longer. My people are here.
DESMOULINS. Just one moment!
LUCILE. Later. When every one has gone. [LUCILE listens.] They're calling me. Wait. [She blows a kiss at him and disappears.]
THE MASON [looking at the barricade]. There, that's done—and well done, I may say.
THE CARPENTER [slapping DESMOULINS on the shoulder]. Don't work too hard: you'll come down with pleurisy.
DESMOULINS. Each one has his work, comrade. After all, this barricade here is the result of my talk.
THE MASON. What are you talking about?
THE CARPENTER. Do you work with your voice?
DESMOULINS. Was neither, of you at the Palais-Royal yesterday?