[With horror.]
Except to stand by the scaffold, and count the heads that fall from the guillotine.
POTIN.
They say that calamity overtakes everyone she follows: that it's disaster to stand in her way, and sure death to notice her.
NANETTE.
Aye, even those who think themselves too great to believe in God, have faith in the fatal power of this pale child. My God! look there!
POTIN.
Good Lord!—It's Mademoiselle Diane! She's crossing the street in front of the Phantom.
NANETTE.
Aye!—Go.—Hurry Mademoiselle here, before she has a chance to heed this messenger of misery.