I mean, Citizen Potin, that in days of revolution, husbands are easily
suppressed.


POTIN.

[_Starting_.]

Take care! A word against the Revolution is treason and sure death.


NANETTE.

Bah! Better death, than a life of terror like that in France to-day.


POTIN.

[_Terrified_.]

Good heavens, Nanette! Fewer words than these have guillotined our
betters! Can you never hold your tongue?


NANETTE.

Never!--while I have a truth to tell.


POTIN.