NANETTE.

Ah! He was one of the fiercest champions of Freedom when the people
first arose; but now I think he'd give his life to still the tempest
he did so much to rouse.


DIANE.

He will return sad and worn; we must do our best to cheer him when he
comes.


NANETTE.

One look--one smile of yours will banish every thought of sorrow from
his tired brain.


DIANE.

Hush, Nanette;--you must not talk like that.


A VOICE.

[_Outside_.]