Valsin [smugly]. Thanks. Now, then, pretty governess, you thought this d'Anville might be able to help you. What put that in your head?
Eloise [with severity]. Do you pretend not to know what she is?
Valsin. A heroine I have had the misfortune never to encounter. But I am informed of her character and history.
Eloise [sternly]. Then you understand that even the Agent of the National Committee risks his head if he dares touch people she chooses to protect.
Valsin [extending his hand in plaintive appeal]. Be generous to my opacity. How could she protect anybody?
Eloise [with condescension]. She has earned the gratitude—
Valsin. Of whom?
Eloise [superbly]. Of the Nation!
Valsin [breaking out again]. Ha, ha, ha! [Clutching at his side.] Pardon, oh, pardon, liver of mine. I must not die; my life is still useful.
Eloise [persisting stormily]. Of the People, stupidity! Of the whole People, dolt! Of France, blockhead!