crowd? Weren't you at all nervous? Didn't you forget what you were going to say? You didn't do as you—sometimes do—?
Camille. What?
Lucile. You know—like—like a bottle that's too full—and the water can't come out—? [She laughs.]
Camille. That's unkind of you! And you show your little teeth like a cat.
Lucile [laughing]. No, no, you know I love you; I love you just as you are. Don't be angry. I see your faults, I even look for them, but I love them. I love your stammering, and I even imitate you. [They laugh.]
Camille. Just see what one day has done to these people! What can't we expect of them now! Oh, my Lucile, what wonderful things we shall do together! Now it's started, the thunderbolt is launched; what joy to see it strike here and there, and lay low the tyrants—prejudice, injustice, laws! At last, we are going to smash these maggots, who with their idiotic grins, set themselves up against everything, prevent our thinking, breathing, our very existence! We are going to clean house, and burn the old rags. No more masters, no more shackles! How amusing it all is!
Lucile. We will rule Paris now?
Camille. We will: Reason will.
Lucile. Hear their shouting. It makes me afraid.
Camille. That is the result of my words.
Lucile. Do you think they'll always listen to you?
Camille. They listened to me before they knew me; what power I must have now that they adore me!
