POTIN.
[Going hurriedly.]
Goddess of Reason, save us all!
[Exit.
NANETTE.
Goddess of Reason!—A fine deity for days as mad as these:
[Crossing to mantel and looking at KAUVAR'S picture.]
Ah, Citizen Kauvar!—Patriot!—Revolutionist!—Bold son of Liberty, as you are!—You'd love this age of terror less if it brought death to Mademoiselle Diane.—Yes, I've watched ye, sturdy citizen, and in spite of your stern devotion to the Republic, I suspect you carry another idol in your heart.
DIANE
[Outside, laughing.]