GOUROC.
Then do not lose a moment; the attack begins to-night. Before our army
strikes, she and I, as man and wife, should sail for England.
NANETTE.
[_Entering_.]
Monsieur, your daughter desires a word with you--[_Glancing at_
GOUROC.] alone.
DUKE.
Say I'll see her here at once.
[_Exit_ NANETTE.]
I'll broach this marriage to my child without delay.
GOUROC.
[_Going_.]
I'll be at hand in case you call me.
[_Exit_.
DUKE.
[_Alone_.]
This alliance secures Diane from peril. The Marquis is young,
noble,--has saved her life, and has a claim on it. She must marry
while there's time to get away.
[_Enter_ DIANE.]
Now, dear child, what is it?
DIANE.
Father, I loathe this useless life of mine! I long for
action--danger--anything that stirs the blood, and brings oblivion.
DUKE.
Oblivion!--Nay, Diane, I have something happier to suggest than that.
Time and circumstance commend to you a marriage. We owe our lives to
the wisdom of a man who seeks your hand to-day.
DIANE.
The Marquis?--[_After a pause_.] I cannot marry, for I do not love
him.
DUKE.
Then 'tis time you did.
DIANE.
No more, I beg of you.
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