Silence! Here comes Carrac, the great Carrac—representative of the
Republic—who never spares an enemy!
[Comes down stage.
POTIN.
And never makes a friend.
MOB.
Carrac!—Carrac!—Long live Carrac!
CARRAC appears, followed by a second MOB, and makes a gesture commanding silence.
CARRAC.
So—this is the ancestral hall of that cursed kin of kings, La Rochejacquelein!—Ha! He's doubtless sneaking like a coward in some safe corner of his den. Is the place surrounded?