I have been thinking about it all night. Nothing is proved yet. I saw a man who boasted that he was Jane's lover. How do I know that he did not lie? I saw a key! How do I know that he did not steal it? I saw a letter! How do I know that she was not forced to write it? I don't even know whether it was her writing; it was dark, I was excited, I could not see. I can't give up my life, which is her life, like that. I don't believe any of it, I am not sure of any of it, I have not seen Jane! THE QUEEN. It is easy to see that you love. You are like me, you refuse all the proofs. But if you see her, your Jane, if you hear her confess the crime, will you do what I wish? GILBERT. Yes, upon one condition. THE QUEEN. Tell it to me afterward. [_To Simon Renard._] Bring this woman here at once. [_Simon Renard goes out. The Queen places Gilbert behind a curtain which covers part of the background of the apartment._ Stand there! [_Jane enters, pale and trembling._ SCENE IV _The Queen; Jane; Gilbert behind the curtain_ THE QUEEN. Approach, young woman. You know who we are? JANE. Yes, madame. THE QUEEN. You know who is the man who seduced you? JANE. Yes, madame. THE QUEEN. He deceived you. He passed himself off for a nobleman called Amyas Pawlet? JANE. Yes, madame. THE QUEEN. You know now that it is Fabiano Fabiani, Earl of Clanbrassil? JANE. Yes, madame. THE QUEEN. Last night, when they seized you in your house, you had given him a rendezvous, you were waiting for him? JANE (_wringing her hands_). Heavens, madame! THE QUEEN. Answer! JANE (_with feeble voice_). Yes. THE QUEEN. You understand that there is no more hope, neither for him nor for you? JANE. Nothing but death! That is a hope! THE QUEEN. Tell me all about it. Where did you meet this man first? JANE. The first time I saw him was-- But what is the use? A poor wretched girl of the people, frivolous and vain, in love with jewels and fine clothes, a girl dazzled with the handsome looks of a great lord--that is all. I am seduced, I am dishonored, I am lost. There is nothing to add to that. My God, madame, don't you see that each word I speak is killing me? THE QUEEN. Enough. JANE. Your anger is terrible, I know it, madame. My head bends now beneath the punishment you have prepared for me. THE QUEEN. Punishment for you? Do you think I concern myself about you, simpleton? Who are you, wretched creature, that the Queen should concern herself about you? Oh, no! Fabiano is my affair. As for you, madame, some one else will look out for your punishment. JANE.