Anne [more firmly]. That is impossible.
The Voice. Open the door.
Anne. What is your name?
The Voice. Valsin, National Agent.
Anne. I do not know you.
The Voice. Open!
Anne. I am here alone. I am dressing. I can admit no one.
The Voice. For the last time: open!
Anne. No!
The Voice. Break it down. [A thunder of blows from the butts of muskets falls upon the door.]