I denounce Yvette Charruel! OTHER VOICES And I!—And I!—And I! _CURTAIN_ SCENE II _The banks of the Loire. Night. Branching trees; between their trunks is seen the river. There is a full moon, but a drifting mist obscures the scene. In the background, upon the river bank, dimly appears a crowd of the condemned, men, women, and children, soldiers and executioners of the Company of Marat. From this throng comes a low, continued, confused sound of command, entreaty, distress, and lamentation. In the foreground the condemned form into groups or move singly to and fro._ _Enter_ YVETTE _from the shadow of the trees_. A SOLDIER (_following her_) Holà! Give us not the slip! YVETTE Thou soldier! There is no gold could make me flee this place! How long dost think before they throw me in? THE SOLDIER A little while! [_He returns to the river._ YVETTE _sits upon the earth at the foot of a tree, and with her chin upon her hand watches those who come and go_. YVETTE He comes not yet! O Our Lady! I would not drown till I have seen him once! A WOMAN (_passing with a man_) How shines the moon! Did we not always say, We two would die by such a moon as this? Rememberest thou— THE MAN Rememberest thou that night, That Versailles night within the Orangerie? THE WOMAN Rememberest thou— [_They pass._ A SOLDIER (_calling to another_) To bind them hand and foot, We need more rope! THE SECOND SOLDIER Just thrust them in the stream With bayonets! A CRY FROM THE RIVER Miséricorde! [_A child with flowers in her hand speaks to_ YVETTE. THE CHILD I’m tired— YVETTE Rest here, thou little bird! THE CHILD My name’s Aimée. I did not know that flowers grew at night. Is that the moon? YVETTE It is the silver moon! Aimée’s a pretty name. My name’s Yvette. THE CHILD Kiss me, Yvette—I’ll look now for Ursule! YVETTE Who is Ursule? THE CHILD My _bonne_—Adieu, Yvette!