John.
Yes, your lover, to whom you have sold yourself and my name, your honour and mine, for some hundreds of thousands of francs. For your own honour it is too much, but for mine it is too little.
Lionnette.
Perhaps you will tell me what all this means?
John.
Mr. Richard has just sent some one for me; on his return home this evening he found all the bills of your creditors sent back to him receipted, at the same time writing that they were all fully paid. By whom? You know well.
(He throws the papers on the table.)
Lionnette.
I swear to you....