All right, Citizen,—I'll not forget; though the poor crazed girl is not half as harmful as her saner neighbours.
NANETTE.
Ah! Here she comes—Diane Leblanc,—a ray of sunlight in this prison men call Paris.
DIANE.
[Entering with flowers.]
Ah, Nanette! Quick! Water and a vase. See!
NANETTE.
What—flowers?
[Brings vase.