All right, Citizen! I’m always ready at the call of the Republic.
Good!—Now to secure my victory!—But where can I find Kauvar?
[Starts for door. KAUVAR enters, absorbed in thought, without seeing GOUROC, who watches him.]
He’s just in time! Fate conspires with me for success.
[PAUL seats himself at desk and buries his face in his arms.—GOUROC goes over quietly and touches him on the shoulder.
[Starting up in dismay]
You here, Gouroc!
I am, old friend,—though you seem scarce glad to see me.
Pardon, Comrade; you find me at a moment when my mind’s absorbed with many cares.
I understand;—in times like these perplexity pursues the patriot. I would not now intrude, dear friend, if duty did not force me.
[With sudden suspicion.]
Duty! And what duty can bring you here?
GOUROC. I have important warrants for your signature.
[Sitting again, with a sigh of relief.]
Another time.—I cannot sign them now.
Friend, the business of the Republic is sacred; it cannot be postponed.
Well, well!—What are these warrants?
[Takes up pen carelessly.
[Calling off papers, as he gives them to PAUL to sign.]
Warrants for the arrest of Catherine Cler—
And this blank warrant for a suspected party, whose name that fool Potin has registered so badly that I must get him to decipher it before I can fill it in.
[PAUL signs mechanically.]
Tis done!—And she is mine!
Shall you be at the club to-night, friend?
[Night comes on.
What excuse shall I offer the fraternity?