Hulin. What do you want to do? Look. [He indicates the Bastille.]
The Man. Lights on the left tower. They're not sleeping any more than we, up there. They're fixing up their cannon.
Hulin. What do you intend to do with them? You can't resist them.
The Man. That remains to be seen.
Hulin. What do you mean?
The Man. I mean, that remains to be seen. Two small make one great.
Hulin. You are an optimist.
The Man. It's my character.
Hulin. It doesn't seem to have agreed with you, however.
The Man [good-naturedly]. But I am naturally an optimist. Luck and I are not close relatives. As long as I can remember, I never got anything I wanted. [Laughing.] Good Lord, I've had bad luck enough in my life! Everything isn't pleasure; life is a mixture. But I don't care: I'm always hoping, and sometimes I'm wrong. This time, Hulin, something good's come to me. The wind has shifted, and luck is with us.
Hulin [chaffingly]. Luck? You'd better ask it to warm you up a bit first.
The Man [looking at his naked feet]. I'd rather wear these shoes than the King's. I'd go this way to Vienna or Berlin, if necessary, to teach those kings a lesson.
Hulin. Haven't you enough to do here?
The Man. That won't last forever. When we're
