[_To_ LA HOGUE.]
Gently, old friend! La Rochejacquelein will speak for himself.
[_To_ ORDERLY.]
Ask the Count to honour me with his presence here as speedily as
possible.
[_Exit_ ORDERLY.]
Now these re-inforcements have arrived, we'll give these rebels
battle.
LA HOGUE.
At last, thank God! And we're ready for the fight.
[_Pointing_.]
In the Faubourg de Calvaire there's hardly a house but harbours a
detachment of our men.
LA ROCHE.
With that village in our hands we'll bring Granville town to terms.
To-night we will assault the place at every point.
LA HOGUE.
[_Reverently_.]
And God in mercy aid King Louis' men!
LA ROCHE _and_ DENISE. [_Together_.]
Amen!
LA ROCHE.
[_To_ LA HOGUE.]
Await the Count upon the terrace, and take him to my private room. But
no roughness to the Colonel--try to be charming for a change.
LA HOGUE.
Bah! Leave charmers to women,--only fighters win at war!
[_Exit_.
LA ROCHE.
[_To_ DENISE.]
How long since you have heard from Jean Litais?
DENISE.
Not since he, my lover, went to Paris to aid the Duc de Beaumont to
escape.
LA ROCHE.
This fiendish reign of terror has prevented me from hearing of the
Duke till now.
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