GOUROC.
That cannot be, for Paul Kauvar is dead.
DUKE.
Dead? How do you know that?
GOUROC.
Because he, disguised, took your place on the guillotine.
DIANE.
[_Rising_.]
My God!
DUKE.
What! I owe my life to him?
GOUROC.
He died to atone his treachery to you.
DIANE.
Traitors do not die to save their victims! His life was noble! His
death sublime!
[_To the_ DUKE.]
You have foully wronged the man who bravely met a martyr's death for
you!--have scorned and spurned me from your side, because I was his
wife. You have disowned me--I now disown you!
[_Turning, she goes swiftly up the steps to the terrace_.
LA ROCHE.
Where are you going?
DIANE.
Back to the Sans Culottes!
DUKE.
Diane!--Daughter!
DIANE.
No! Not your daughter--but his wife! No longer Diane de Beaumont--but,
thank God,--Diane Kauvar!
CURTAIN.
ACT IV.
SCENE. _Same as Act III_.--DUKE _discovered seated in attitude of
despair_.--GOUROC _standing near mantel_.--LA ROCHEJACQUELEIN _enters
sadly_.
DUKE.
[_Rising anxiously_.]
What news?
LA ROCHE.
None.
[_The_ DUKE _sinks back into chair_.
GOUROC.
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