Moral:—In this age of reason, death to him who prays!
GOUROC.
Or keeps four cats! But cheer up, Citizen; I have a crumb of comfort for you yet. In your cell someone is waiting impatiently to see you.
MARDOCHE.
Who?
GOUROC.
Your sister.
MARDOCHE.
Great heavens! Of what do they accuse her?