My
old chateau has been dismantled--this hall alone is habitable. I feel
ashamed to offer you such shabby quarters.
DUKE.
Nay, cousin, a bed of stones with friends is better than a bed of down
with those we do not love.
DENISE.
[_Entering, speaks to_ LA ROCHEJACQUELEIN.]
A couch and fire are ready in the room that was your mother's.
LA ROCHE.
[_To_ DIANE.]
Where doubtless you'll be glad to take some rest.
DIANE.
I confess the need, Monsieur.
LA ROCHE.
Denise, show the way.
[DENISE _crosses to the door_.
DIANE.
[_At the door_.]
Till to-night, kind friends.
LA ROCHE.
Till then, good rest.
[DIANE _courtesies and goes out with_ NANETTE.]
Gentlemen, I pray you, make yourselves at home; important business
claims my time.--I'll rejoin you within an hour.
DUKE.
We're here to help, not mar the cause; command us in all ways.
LA ROCHE.
Presently!--Till then the poor old house is yours.
[_Exit_.
[_Exit_ JEAN.
DUKE.
[_Sitting near the fire_.]
At last, praise God! We're out of reach of traitors!
GOUROC.
Not yet!--The rebel hosts have gathered here at Granville in great
force. They may rout the royal army, and capture all of us.
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