Tell the truth! Good Lord, that's fatal.


NANETTE.

Aye, for in these noble days of liberty we are only free to lie.


POTIN.

[_Turning away in disgust_.]

Damn it! I must run or be ruined.

[_Starts to go, but, in passing window, recoils with a cry of
dismay_.]

Sacristie!--See!--See there!

[_Points out of window_.


NANETTE.

[_Contemptuously looking out of window_.]

What now?