What will prevent me?
GOUROC.
The force of your own honour.
DIANE.
Honour commands me to return to my husband's friends.
GOUROC.
Honour commands you to keep your word with me.
[DIANE _starts and turns away_.]
You promised, if I saved your father, and you were free, you'd be my
wife.--I have done my part, you must do yours.
DIANE.
[_Passionately, to_ GOUROC.]
Now I understand your joy when you read of the beheadal of the man who
took my father's place!--You knew he was my husband.
GOUROC.
I did.
DIANE.
You planned his death to free and force me to this marriage.
GOUROC.
I did not learn that you were his wife till he was going to the
guillotine.--Then he told me all, confiding you to my care. I promised
him I'd shield you from all peril.--I but keep my word with him, in
asking you to keep your word with me.
DIANE.
So you would wed the widow of a Sans Culotte?
GOUROC.
Your husband was my friend; I knew and honoured him.
DIANE.
Ah, you believe, then, that Potin lied when he declared he got the
warrant for the Duke's arrest from Paul Kauvar?
GOUROC.
I now believe that your husband was the victim of a trick.
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