Ah, he pushes me from crime To vice! Oh, monster, go! Let me keep pure! LAFFEMAS. There is but one thing left for me to do! MARION. What is it? LAFFEMAS. I can show you--let you see. It is to-night. MARION (_trembling all over_). Oh, heaven! this night! LAFFEMAS. This night The Cardinal, in litter, will attend. [_Marion is buried in a deep and painful reverie. Suddenly she passes her two hands over her brow and turns, as if wild, toward Laffemas._ MARION. How could you manage their escape? LAFFEMAS (_low_). You mean? Two of my men could guard this place, by which The Cardinal passes-- [_He listens at the small door._ I think some one comes! MARION (_wringing her hands_). You'll save him? LAFFEMAS. Yes. [_Low._] To tell you in this place-- The walls have echoes--elsewhere. MARION (_with despair_). Come! [_Laffemas goes toward the large door and signs to her to follow. She falls on her knees, turned toward the grating of the prison; then she arises with a convulsive effort and disappears through the great door after Laffemas. Saverny and Didier enter, surrounded by Guards._ SCENE III _Didier, Saverny. Saverny, dressed in the latest fashion, enters gayly and petulantly. Didier is in black, walks slowly, is very pale. A jailer accompanied by Halberdiers conducts them. The Jailer places the two Halberdiers as sentinels beside the black curtain. Didier sits, silently, on the stone bench_ SAVERNY (_to The Jailer, who opens the door for him_). Thank you. The air is very good! THE JAILER (_low, and drawing him aside_). My lord, two words with you. SAVERNY. Four, if you like. THE JAILER (_lowering his voice still more_). Will you escape? SAVERNY (_eagerly_). Speak! How? THE JAILER. That's my affair. SAVERNY. Truly? [_The Jailer nods his head._ Lord Cardinal, You meant to keep me from attending balls, But it appears I am to dance again. The pleasant thing that life is! [_To The Jailer._] When, my friend? THE JAILER. To-night, as soon as it is dark. SAVERNY. My faith! I shall be charmed to leave these quarters. Whence Comes this assistance? THE JAILER. Marquis de Nangis. SAVERNY. My good old uncle! [_To The Jailer._] 'Tis for both, I hope! THE JAILER. I can save only one! SAVERNY. For twice as much? THE JAILER. I can save only one! SAVERNY (_tossing his head_). Just one? [_Low to The Jailer._] Then listen; Good jailer, that's the one to save! [_Indicating Didier._ THE JAILER. You jest! SAVERNY.