Lucile [raising her head]. No. [With a sigh.] God spare us those trials!
Camille [with a skeptical smile]. God?
Lucile [her cheek against the window, and one arm about Camille's neck]. Don't you believe in God?
Camille. Not yet.
Lucile. What do you mean?
Camille. We are creating Him now. Tomorrow, if I can believe in what my heart tells me, there will be a God: Man. [Lucile closes her eyes and sleeps. Camille says quietly.] Lucile!—She's asleep.
Robespierre [coming across the street and catching sight of Camille]. You're still here?
Camille. Sh!
Robespierre. You forget your duty. [Camille points to Lucile.—Robespierre lowers his voice and looks at Lucile.] Poor child! [He stands still a moment, looking at the pair. The sound of nearby drums awakens Lucile. She catches sight of Robespierre and quickly jumps up.]
Lucile. Oh!
Camille. What's the matter, Lucile? He is our friend Maximilien.
Robespierre [bows to Lucile]. Didn't you recognize me?
Lucile [still trembling]. You frightened me!
Robespierre. I beg your pardon.
Camille. You're trembling.
Lucile. I'm cold. Good-by, Camille. I'm so tired. I must go to sleep. [Camille smiles at her and blows a kiss. Robespierre bows. She disappears,
