I rejoice that the man's disguise was not discovered--for the report
of your father's death prevented our pursuit.
DUKE.
[_Joyfully to_ GOUROC.]
You remember the Abbe de St. Simon?
GOUROC.
Yes. He was condemned to die with you.
DUKE.
This journal says that he escaped from the death-cart as it rumbled to
the scaffold through the crowd.
GOUROC.
[_Starting, and with great emphasis_.]
Impossible!
DUKE.
[_Holding out the paper_.]
See for yourself!
[GOUROC _takes paper eagerly_.
LA ROCHE.
[_Entering, with a cry of joy_.]
Duke!
DUKE.
[_Holding out his arms_.]
Henri!
LA ROCHE.
[_Embracing the_ DUKE.]
In days of misery, a moment such as this is sweet indeed. But how did
you escape? I saw your name among the guillotined.
DUKE.
[_Turning to_ GOUROC.]
This gentleman wrought a way for our deliverance!--Monsieur le Marquis
de Vaux.
LA ROCHE.
[_Grasping_ GOUROC'S _hand_.]
Monsieur--the King's friends are all your debtors.
GOUROC.
Nay, sir, the debt is mine. Tis a privilege to save such precious
lives.
DUKE.
[_Presenting_ DIANE.]
Here's a lass you played with, years ago.
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