Goddess of Reason!--A fine deity for days as mad as these:

[_Crossing to mantel and looking at_ KAUVAR'S _picture_.]

Ah, Citizen Kauvar!--Patriot!--Revolutionist!--Bold son of Liberty,
as you are!--You'd love this age of terror less if it brought death
to Mademoiselle Diane.--Yes, I've watched ye, sturdy citizen, and
in spite of your stern devotion to the Republic, I suspect you carry
another idol in your heart.


DIANE

[_Outside, laughing_.]

All right, Citizen,--I'll not forget; though the poor crazed girl is
not half as harmful as her saner neighbours.


NANETTE.

Ah! Here she comes--Diane Leblanc,--a ray of sunlight in this prison
men call Paris.


DIANE.

[_Entering with flowers_.]