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SAVERNY: Well, save my friend.

THE JAILER: I cannot.

SAVERNY: Then I must remain with him.
(_To_ DIDIER) They will hang us, friend, to-night.

* * * * *

DIDIER: Are you sure,
Saverny, she is Marion de Lorme?
On your honour, are you sure?

SAVERNY: Yes, I am.
I cannot understand you, Didier.
Are you not proud to think that you have made
So great a conquest?

DIDIER: And I thought she was
As innocent as she was beautiful!

SAVERNY: She loves you. You should be content with that.
You will not die while Marion de Lorme
Lives. And I hope that she will not forget
I am your friend, but come and save me, too.

[_It grows darker_ SAVERNY _falls asleep.
_ MARION
_comes out of the gate carrying a bundle, and
accompanied by_ DIDIER.

MARION: Put on these clothes. Richelieu has arrived;
Can you not hear the guns announcing him?

DIDIER: Raise your eyes! Raise your eyes, and look at me!
What sort of man, think you, am I? A fool,
Or libertine?

MARION (_trembling, as she fixes her eyes passionately
on his_): I love you Didier,
More than my life. Your eyes are terrible.
What have I done? Am I not your Marie?

DIDIER: Marie? Or Marion de Lorme?

MARION: Didier,
Forgive me! I--I--meant to tell you all.
I feared to lose you if you learnt my name.