]
Have you any blank warrants?
POTIN.
I have!--I keep them always handy, especially for the petticoat sex.
[_Giving them_.]
I say, Comrade, I hope it's a she-man this time, for there's nothing
like this--[_Making sign across throat_] to stop the wag of a woman's
tongue.
GOUROC.
Go.--Remain in the ante-room.--I may want you to summon a guard.
POTIN.
[_Going_.]
All right, Citizen! I'm always ready at the call of the Republic.
[_Exit_.
GOUROC.
Good!--Now to secure my victory!--But where can I find Kauvar?
[_Starts for door_. KAUVAR _enters, absorbed in thought, without
seeing_ GOUROC, _who watches him_.]
He's just in time! Fate conspires with me for success.
[PAUL _seats himself at desk and buries his face in his arms_.--GOUROC
_goes over quietly and touches him on the shoulder_.
PAUL.
[_Starting up in dismay_]
You here, Gouroc!
GOUROC.
I am, old friend,--though you seem scarce glad to see me.
PAUL.
Pardon, Comrade; you find me at a moment when my mind's absorbed with
many cares.
GOUROC.
I understand;--in times like these perplexity pursues the patriot. I
would not now intrude, dear friend, if duty did not force me.
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