PAUL.
Say I am busy—busy—[Striking his breast.] breaking the heart of a traitor to France!
GOUROC.
[Going.]
A welcome message.—I sha'n't forget it.
[Exit.
PAUL.
Wife gone!—Home desolated!—Naught left but the haunting memory of joy forever lost!—Ah, I am weary, heart-broken—helpless!
[He sinks into the chair at desk, and buries his face in his arms. Slowly the light dims to darkness. At back, the stage is transformed into a TABLEAU OF KAUVAR'S DREAM OF ANARCHY.
_Mysterious music accompanies the Dream, which consists of a tableau of the guillotine in the Place de la Revolution, in Paris, by moonlight.