Eloise [in a voice of velvet]. Yes, Say it. You are—
Valsin [desperately]. I have told you that I am the most susceptible of men.
Eloise [impulsively putting her hand on his shoulder]. Is it a crime? Come, my friend, you are a man who does climb: you will go over all. You believe in the Revolution because you have used it to lift you. But other things can help you, too. Don't you need them?
Valsin [understanding perfectly, gasping]. Need what? [She draws her hand from his shoulder, moves back from him slightly, and crosses her arms upon her bosom with a royal meekness.]
Eloise [grandly]. Do I seem so useless?
Valsin [in a distracted voice]. Heaven help me! What do you want?
Eloise. Let these people go. [Hurriedly, leaning near him.] I have promised to save them: give them their permit to embark, and I—[She pauses, flushing beautifully, but does not take her eyes from him.] I—I do not wish to leave France. My place is in Paris. You will go into the National Committee. You can be its ruler. You will rule it! I believe in you! [Glowing like a rose of fire.] I will go with you. I will help you! I will marry you!
Valsin [in a fascinated whisper]. Good Lord! [He stumbles back from her, a strange light in his eyes.]
Eloise. You are afraid—
Valsin [with sudden loudness]. I am! Upon my soul, I am afraid!