_Len._ Dismiss that fear: nothing that lives hath voice or motion: now, not e'en the solitary fisher spreads his nets upon the stream. _Long._ Where have you left the boat? _Len._ Under the bank in shade, fastened to the roots of yon tall willow. _Long._ Sanguine shall accompany you; then when you reach the middle of the current-- _Len._ Ay, where it flows deep and strong; Eugenia's funeral rites are few and brief. _Long._ To-morrow, I shall report she has been conveyed in safety to her friends upon the German bank--thus all inquiry stands forever barred. [_Bertrand_, who watches from the bower, clasps his hands in despair and groans aloud.] _Long._ Ha! what sound was that? _Len._ (_looking cautiously round._) Some tree moaning to the blast--no more. _Long._ Now then! yet hold! wherefore come you not masked? some of the peasantry may chance to stir ere you return, and I should wish your persons were unmarked by any. _Len._ I left a mask within the boat; this flowing mantle will conceal my dress--trust me both form and feature shall effectually be hid. (_Bertrand_ makes a gesticulation of hope towards the pavilion, then glides silently round the angle of the bower, and starts along the bank.) _Long._ 'Tis well! (_to the pavilion._) Ho! Sanguine! lead forth your charge: despatch, Lenoire! return to the boat, and row it swiftly hither! Away! [Exit _Lenoire_. She comes! Ill-starred Eugenia! fate chides the lingering echo of thy step, yet but a moment and 'tis hushed forever. _Sanguine_ leads _Eugenia_ from the pavilion._ _Eug._ Ah! whither do you lead me? Speak, in pity--nay, nay, I prithee force me not; this is a savage hour, and I must fear your purpose, speak, whither would you hurry me? Ah! Longueville! now then I read my answer--'tis to death--to murder! _Long._ Lady, you misjudge my purpose--true, that once I proved myself your foe, perhaps a kindless one; time and pity have extinguished hate. Across the Rhine, upon the German bank, a safe asylum is provided, where peace shall gild the evening of your life, and cure the memory of its early woes; 'tis necessary you should cross the river before dawn; a boat is now in readiness to bear you over.