By heaven! A woman's hose!
[Shaking hose in his face.]
What does this mean?
POTIN.
Nothing, precious love! This is my uniform;—I have recruited for
Vendée.
NANETTE.
You—a soldier?
POTIN.
[Posing.]
Yes: The safety of France demands it. I go to preserve the Republic! France beckons—while Victory extends her arms, panting to embrace my noble form!