[Starting.]
Take care! A word against the Revolution is treason and sure death.
NANETTE.
Bah! Better death, than a life of terror like that in France to-day.
POTIN.
[Terrified.]
Good heavens, Nanette! Fewer words than these have guillotined our betters! Can you never hold your tongue?
NANETTE.
Never!—while I have a truth to tell.