Well, then, dare my dusting.

[_Strikes brush into her hand and sends dust all over_ GOUROC.]


GOUROC.

[_Moving off, sputtering_.]

Who is this, Citizen Potin?


POTIN.

[_Proudly_.]

My wife, Citizen Gouroc.


GOUROC.

Who taught her manners?


POTIN.

The Goddess of Liberty, a rough and ready teacher.


GOUROC.