Tell the truth! Good Lord, that's fatal.
NANETTE.
Aye, for in these noble days of liberty we are only free to lie.
POTIN.
[Turning away in disgust.]
Damn it! I must run or be ruined.
[Starts to go, but, in passing window, recoils with a cry of dismay.]
Sacristie!—See!—See there!
[Points out of window.