Eloise [in a ringing voice]. The Hymn of Liberty!
Anne [trembling violently]. It grows louder.
Louis. Nearer!
Eloise [running to the window]. They are coming this way!
Anne [rushing ahead of her]. They have turned the corner of the street. Keep back, Louis!
Eloise [leaning out of the window, enthusiastically]. Vive la—[She finishes with an indignant gurgle as Anne de Laseyne, without comment, claps a prompt hand over her mouth and pushes her vigorously from the window.]
Anne. A mob—carrying torches and dancing. [Her voice shaking wildly.] They are following a troop of soldiers.
Louis. The National Guard.
Anne. Keep back from the window! A man in a tricolor scarf marching in front.
Louis. A political, then—an official of their government.