"Another separation!"
"Three days at the most—three days only. I go to bring blessings on your name, on mine, on that of our protector, our friend."
"Where are you going?"
"To Nantes!"
"To Nantes!"
"Yes. This order is the pardon of Pontcalec, Montlouis, and Talhouet and Du Couëdic. They are condemned to death, and they will owe me their lives. Oh, do not keep me here, Helene; think of what you suffered just now, when you were watching for me."
"And, consequently, what I am to suffer again."
"No, my Helene; for this time there is no fear, no obstacle: this time you are sure of my return."
"Gaston, shall I never see you, but at rare intervals and for a few minutes? Ah! Gaston, I have so much need of happiness."
"You shall be happy, Helene, be assured."