[POTIN shakes his head mournfully.]
You do know! I can see by the wag of your head you know, and I mean to make you tell me!—But I can't stop now; I'm here to see Mam'selle Diane; where is she?
POTIN.
[Pointing to cell.]
There—with her father.
NANETTE.
I'll be back soon, and then I'll give you a piece of my mind.
POTIN.
Give me peace if you like, dear, but keep the mind for yourself; you've none to spare.