LUCILE. How could I sleep with all that noise? Oh, Camille, how they cheered you! CAMILLE [_pleased_]. Did you hear them? LUCILE. The windows shook with it. I smiled to myself in my corner. I wanted to shout, too. I couldn't, so I just stood up on a chair--guess what I did? CAMILLE. How can I guess? LUCILE. Guess--if you love me. If you didn't feel anything, then you don't love me. What did I send you? CAMILLE. Kisses. LUCILE. You do love me! Yes, I did. Whole basketfuls. Some of them went to those who were cheering you. How they cheered! How famous you've become, my Camille, in one day! Last week, your Lucile was the only person who knew you, who realized how great you were. But today, a whole people-- CAMILLE. Listen! [_They hear the joyful cries of the People._] LUCILE. That's all your work. CAMILLE. I can't believe it myself. LUCILE. Just by what you said! How did you do it? They told me every one was mad with excitement. I wish I had been there! CAMILLE. I really don't know what I said. I felt as if I were lifted up into the air. I heard my own voice and saw my gestures exactly as if they belonged to some one else. Every one cried--and I cried with the rest. Then after I finished, they carried me on their shoulders. I never saw anything like it. LUCILE. My great man, my Patru, my Demosthenes! And you were able to speak before that great 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 I 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?