[_To Saverny._] She must have a companion 'mongst these men. SAVERNY. It's likely. Such fair ladies are not prudes, And seldom travel round the world alone. LAFFEMAS (_aside_). I'll guard this door. It will go hard, indeed, If I can't capture that false actor here. He's taken now--no doubt of that! [_Goes out._ SAVERNY (_watches the exit of Laffemas: aside_). I think I've done a foolish thing. [_Taking Gracieux aside, who all this time has stood in a corner gesticulating and running over his lines: in a whisper._ Who is that lady Sitting within the shadow there? [_Indicating the door of the barn._ GRACIEUX. Chimène? [_Solemnly._] My lord, I do not know her name. Ask him, This lord, her noble friend. [_Exits on the side of the park._ SCENE VII Didier, Saverny SAVERNY (_turning toward Didier_). This gentleman? Tell me-- 'Tis strange how hard he looks at me! Upon my soul, 'tis he! My man! [_Loud to Didier._] If you Were not in prison, I should say that you Resemble a-- DIDIER. And if you were not dead, I'd say That you had the exact appearance of-- His blood be on his head!--a man whom two Short words of mine put in a tomb. SAVERNY. Hush! You Are Didier! DIDIER. Marquis Gaspard, you! SAVERNY. 'Twas you Who were somewhere, a certain night! 'Tis you To whom I owe my life! [_He opens his arms. Didier draws back._ DIDIER. Excuse surprise! I felt so sure I took it back. SAVERNY. Not so! You saved me--did not kill me! Let me know What I can do for you. Do you desire A second--brother--a lieutenant? Speak! What will you have--my blood, my wealth, my soul? DIDIER. Not any of those things. That portrait there! [_Saverny gives him the portrait; he looks at it, speaking with bitterness._ Yes, there's her brow, her black eyes, her white neck; Above all, there's her candid glance! How like! SAVERNY. You think so? DIDIER. This was made for you, you say? SAVERNY (_bowing, and making an affirmative sign_). It was! But now 'tis you whom she prefers, You whom she loves and chooses 'mongst us all. You are a happy man. DIDIER (_with loud and mocking laugh_). Yes! Am I not? SAVERNY. Accept my compliments; she's a good girl, And loves no one but men of family. Of such a mistress one can well be proud! It's honorable, and it gives one style. 'Tis in good taste. If men ask who you are They say, "Beloved of Marion de Lorme." [_Didier gives him back the portrait; he refuses it._ No, keep the portrait; since the lady's yours, It should belong to you. Keep it, I pray. DIDIER. I thank you! [_Puts it in his breast._ SAVERNY.