DE FLUE. You had better give this advice to your friends.
HOCHE [with a shrug, to JULIE]. Come, little pigeon, they refuse your olive branch. [He takes JULIE on his shoulder.]
DE LAUNEY [to HOCHE]. Nothing can conquer the Bastille. It may be surrendered, but never taken.
HOCHE. It will be surrendered.
DE LAUNEY. And who will surrender it?
HOCHE. Your evil conscience! [HOCHE goes out with JULIE, amid a general silence. No one thinks of stopping him.]
VINTIMILLE [reflectively]. Our evil conscience!
DE LAUNEY [suddenly]. Well! Why did we let him go?
DE FLUE. He is still in the court.
DE LAUNEY. Run after him and stop him!