]
Ah, Citizen Kauvar!--Patriot!--Revolutionist!--Bold son of Liberty,
as you are!--You'd love this age of terror less if it brought death
to Mademoiselle Diane.--Yes, I've watched ye, sturdy citizen, and
in spite of your stern devotion to the Republic, I suspect you carry
another idol in your heart.
DIANE
[_Outside, laughing_.]
All right, Citizen,--I'll not forget; though the poor crazed girl is
not half as harmful as her saner neighbours.
NANETTE.
Ah! Here she comes--Diane Leblanc,--a ray of sunlight in this prison
men call Paris.
DIANE.
[_Entering with flowers_.]
Ah, Nanette! Quick! Water and a vase. See!
NANETTE.
What--flowers?
[_Brings vase_.
DIANE.
Yes, they bloom even in this reign of terror.
[_Putting flowers in vase_.]
But you see these fragile beauties are sinless, and therefore know no
fear.--Is my father in his room?
NANETTE.
No. He went away an hour ago.
DIANE.
Gone an hour, and not returned? That makes me anxious!--Is Citizen
Kauvar at home?
NANETTE.
Not yet! He's been away all night.
DIANE.
Good heavens!--Nanette--can anything have happened?
NANETTE.
Yes, what happens every day.
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