The market was moving, and Eliza desperately wanted to be out on the Dam, moving with it – but her place was here for now. She saw d'Avaux return to his box and sit down. Actors had begun to sing down on the stage, but d'Avaux's guests were leaning towards him to whisper and listen. The young French nobleman nodded his head, turned towards Monmouth, crossed himself, then opened his hand as if throwing a prayer to the Duke. Eliza half expected to see a dove fly out of his sleeve. Monmouth pretended to snatch it from the air, and kissed it.