_Eug._ (_starting up with recurring insanity._) Ha! ha! ha! come to the altar,--my love waits for me, weave me a bridal crown! _Long._ (_triumphantly._) Behold! can you doubt me now? _Ger._ Too painfully I am convinced; miserable being! Ah! remove her hence, before my uncle joins us; so terrible an object would inexpressibly afflict him. _Flor._ Yes, yes; remove her hence! but O! I charge you treat her with the tenderest care. _Long._ (_eagerly to his people._) Advance! bear her to my pavilion! mark! to _my_ pavilion on the river-bank! (The men seize upon _Eugenia_--the _Count_ appears at the same moment advancing from the extremity of the Terrace.) _De Val._ My friends! I come to join your pleasures. _Eug._ (_struggling violently._) Hark! he calls me to his arms--unhand me! nay, then oh! cruel, cruel, cruel. (Overcome by her exertions, she sinks into a swoon and falls in the arms of the two men. _Longueville_ rapidly draw her veil across to conceal her features from the _Count_ as he advances.) _Long._ Away with her this instant! [He turns quickly toward the Terrace and catches De Valmont's arm as he descends to prevent his approach--then turns imperatively to the men.] _Long._ Quick! Quick! away! _De Valmont_ pauses in surprize: _Longueville_ maintains his restraining attitude. _Florian_ and _Geraldine_ join to arrest his steps: the bravos withdraw the insensible and unresisting _Eugenia_ upon the opposite side: The various characters dispose themselves into a picture, and the curtain falls upon the Scene. End of act II. ACT III. SCENE I.--_The Steward's Room, _Gaspard_ and _L'Eclair_ discovered drinking, the latter half-intoxicated._ _Gas._ Adod! a very masterpiece of the military art? Why this Turenne must be a famous captain. I'll drink his health, (_drinks_) Odso! where did we leave the enemy? Oh! the Bavarians were just driven across the Neckar, and had destroyed the bridge. Well, and then what did our troops? _L'Ecl._ They clashed after them thro' the river like a pack of otters. _Gasp._ Hold; you said just now the river wasn't fordable. _L'Ecl._ Did I? Pshaw, I only meant, it wasn't fordable to the enemy: no, poor devils! they couldn't ford it certainly; but as to our hussars: whew! such fellows as they would _get_ thro' any thing, were it ever so deep to the bottom. (_takes the flask from Gaspard and drinks_). _Gasp._ O! the rare hussars! Now this is a conversation just to my heart's content. I dearly love to hear of battles and sieges. The household are all retired to rest, and my room is private; so here we may sit peaceably, and talk about war for the remainder of the night. _L'Ec._ Bravo! agreed: we'll make a night of it; but harkye, is not this room of yours built in a queer sort of a circular shape? _Gasp._ No; a most perfect square.