GOUROC.
I am, old friend,—though you seem scarce glad to see me.
PAUL.
Pardon, Comrade; you find me at a moment when my mind's absorbed with many cares.
GOUROC.
I understand;—in times like these perplexity pursues the patriot. I would not now intrude, dear friend, if duty did not force me.
PAUL.
[With sudden suspicion.]
Duty! And what duty can bring you here?
GOUROC. I have important warrants for your signature.