Marquis. See you, Séverine, that is how they greet us.
Rollin. Marquise, I warned you.
Séverine. Why?
François. Whom do I see? The Marquise! Allow me to kiss your hand. Good evening. Marquis. Well met to you, Rollin. And you, Marquise, you dare to venture into this place!
Séverine. I heard such a lot about it. And besides, we are having a day of adventures already—eh, Rollin?
Marquis. Yes. Just think of it, Vicomte; you would never believe where we come from—from the Bastille.
François. Are they still keeping up the tumult there?
Séverine. Ay, indeed! It looks as though they meant to storm it.
Rollin (declaiming). Like to a flood that seethes against its banks, And rages deep that its own child, the Earth, Resists it.—
Séverine. Don't, Rollin! We left our carriages there in the neighborhood. It is a magnificent spectacle—there is always something so grand about crowds.