[Pointing at the DUKE.]

is George Leblanc—­and I, Citizen Gouroc of the Committee of Public Safety.

[CARRAC and MOB draw back with astonishment.

PAUL.

[Aside.]

And Diane!—­Is she there?—­I must see!

[Starts, stops.]

No, no!—­They would know me; the hour is not up!

CARRAC.

You, Citizen Gouroc?—­I don’t believe it.

GOUROC.

[Holding out papers.]

Here are our credentials.

CARRAC.

They may be forgeries.

MOB.

Aye—­forgeries! forgeries!

CARRAC.

[To the MOB.]

Silence!  While we proceed in our examination.

[The MOB utter low murmurs.  CARRAC turns to NANETTE.]

Who are you?

NANETTE.

[Advancing defiantly.]

I am Citizeness Nanette Potin.

POTIN.

[Aside.]

My wife!—­

[Sneaks behind comrades.

CARRAC.

Ha, wait!

[Seeing DIANE, he drags her forth.]

By the gods!—­here’s a feast for Jupiter himself.—­Speak out, delicious wench, and tell us who you are.

DIANE.

I am Diane—­

GOUROC.

[Interrupting quickly.]

She is Diane Gouroc.—­

[Pointing at the DUKE.]

His daughter and my wife.

PAUL.

[Exploding.]

Liar!

[All start and turn toward PAUL, who speaks aside.]

God help me!—­I forget; the hour is not ended.

CARRAC.

Who is it calls this citizen a liar?

GOUJON.

The prisoner.

CARRAC.

Ah, ha!  It seems he knows these citizens.—­In the name of the law and the Republic, I summon instantly as a witness Henri de la Rochejacquelein.

DIANE.

My cousin captured?

[All turn toward her, amazed.

GOUROC.