Their political views have nothing to do with me.

Artistes, I think, should have naught to do with politics.

You see, citizen St.Just, I never inquired of you what were your views.

Your name and kinship would proclaim you a partisan of citizen Robespierre, yet I find you in the company of M.de Batz; and you tell me that you live in England." "He is no partisan of citizen Robespierre," again interposed de Batz; "in fact, mademoiselle, I may safely tell you, I think, that my friend has but one ideal on this earth, whom he has set up in a shrine, and whom he worships with all the ardour of a Christian for his God." "How romantic!" she said, and she looked straight at Armand.

"Tell me, monsieur, is your ideal a woman or a man ?" His look answered her, even before he boldly spoke the two words: "A woman." She took a deep draught of sweet, intoxicating scent from the narcissi, and his gaze once more brought blushes to her cheeks.