Part 57 (1/2)

SAVERNY (_low, pulling his sleeve_)

Enough! Good God! Your consolation is Too strong

LAFFEMAS

To speak so ill of a dead friend!

Unpardonable!

BRICHANTEAU (_indicating Saverny_)

Ask this gentleman!

SAVERNY

Oh, no; I beg to be excused!

LAFFEMAS (_affectionately, to the old Marquis_)

My lord, We'll co him We have kept him safe

His end is sure

[_To Brichanteau and Saverny_ But can one understand The Marquis? There are duels, we all know, That cannot be avoided, but to fight With any one named Didier--

SAVERNY (_aside_)

What? Didier?

[_The old Marquis, who has re all this scene, rises and goes out slowly on the side opposite where he cauards follow him_

LAFFEMAS (_wiping away a tear and following him with his eyes_)

In truth, his sorrow deeply touches me

LACKEY (_running_)

My lord!

BRICHANTEAU

Why can't you leave your master quiet?

LACKEY

It is the burial of the young marquis!

What is the hour?

BRICHANTEAU

You'll know it by-and-by

LACKEY

A few co shelter for the night