Woe to you when next we meet!
[She flounces out.
POTIN.
Yes, it's woe to me whene'er we meet!—But now to fly; I've no time to lose; between my wife and Gouroc, I shall go cracked. So here's for liberty, and Vendée!
[Exit into his room.
Enter GOUROC, followed by GUARDS escorting MARDOCHE.
GOUROC.
[To GUARDS.]
You may leave the prisoner with me.
[Exit GUARDS.]