NANETTE.

Aye, even those who think themselves too great to believe in God, have
faith in the fatal power of this pale child. My God! look there!


POTIN.

Good Lord!--It's Mademoiselle Diane! She's crossing the street in
front of the Phantom.


NANETTE.

Aye!--Go.--Hurry Mademoiselle here, before she has a chance to heed
this messenger of misery.


POTIN.

[_Going hurriedly_.]

Goddess of Reason, save us all!

[_Exit_.


NANETTE.