Health and fraternity, Citizens! We come for Paul Kauvar, President of our Section.
He’s not at home.
Then we will await him here.
[All sit in silence.
[Aside, in irritation.]
Oh, the impudence of these men! How my nails ache to get at their ugly faces! [Crossing.]
How often have I told you that this apartment is not a public office?
But, my precious angel—
Bah! Religion is abolished, and angels are suppressed! I wish friends were too!
Talk of the rack! What is it to a woman’s tongue?
What know you of a woman’s tongue?
Enough to damn me, if knowledge were a crime.
Come, Citizen, there’s no use waiting. President Kauvar don’t do business at home; you’ve no rights here.
The patriot has unlimited rights, woman. He may dare all—violate all, in his zeal for the Republic.
Well, then, dare my dusting.
[Strikes brush into her hand and sends dust all over GOUROC.]
[Moving off, sputtering.]
Who is this, Citizen Potin?
My wife, Citizen Gouroc.
Who taught her manners?
The Goddess of Liberty, a rough and ready teacher.
Who teaches with sharp tools.
Aye—tools so sharp they often cut the fools that use them. Mark that.
[Crossing to DIANE.]
You are the wife of President Kauvar, I suppose?