GOUROC.
You can easily escape it, Mademoiselle. Accept the refuge I offer you.
DUKE.
We will, Marquis, at once. Come to my room, and we will complete our
plans.
[_To_ DIANE.]
My child, prepare to leave this house to-night, in haste and in
secret.
[_Exit with_ GOUROC.
DIANE.
Fly from this house to-night?--No! I will not go! And yet I must, or
tell my father the secret I have kept from him so long.
PAUL.
[_Outside_.]
I am not at home to anyone. I will not brook intrusion here.
NANETTE.
[_Outside_.]
I'll keep out all I can.
DIANE.
Paul is coming!--How can I tell him we must part?
[PAUL _enters_. DIANE _turns quickly toward him_.
PAUL.
[_Absorbed in documents he is carrying. Crossing slowly to desk, he
lays the papers down and, turning, sees_ DIANE.]
Diane! Thank heaven you're alone!
[DIANE _checks him by a warning gesture; crosses quickly to the
door, listens a moment, then slowly approaches_ PAUL, _looking back
anxiously_.]
Have you no word of welcome for a very weary friend?
DIANE.
[_Throwing herself with nervous impetuosity into his arms_.]
Ah, Paul! God bless and keep you!
PAUL.
God blessed me beyond measure, when he made your heart my own.
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