He may dare all--violate all,
in his zeal for the Republic.
NANETTE.
Well, then, dare my dusting.
[_Strikes brush into her hand and sends dust all over_ GOUROC.]
GOUROC.
[_Moving off, sputtering_.]
Who is this, Citizen Potin?
POTIN.
[_Proudly_.]
My wife, Citizen Gouroc.
GOUROC.
Who taught her manners?
POTIN.
The Goddess of Liberty, a rough and ready teacher.
GOUROC.
Who teaches with sharp tools.
NANETTE.
Aye--tools so sharp they often cut the fools that use them. Mark that.
GOUROC.
[_Crossing to_ DIANE.]
You are the wife of President Kauvar, I suppose?
[DIANE _starts up and stares. The_ DUKE _rises and advances with
stern hauteur. At sight of_ GOUROC, _he starts, and surveys him with
amazement_.]
Well, old man, are you mad, or do you know me?
DUKE.
[_Significantly_.]
I think we have met before.
GOUROC.
Yes, and may meet again. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Citizen
Gouroc, of the Jacobin Club, and one of the Public Accusers of the
Revolutionary Tribunal.
[DIANE _draws close to_ NANETTE.]
Now, who are you?
DUKE.
I am George Leblanc, private secretary to Paul Kauvar.
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