A dastardly slander!
PIKE
[in a ringing voice]
—and he'll do it again to-night. I go to an Italian jail
[he suddenly swings his outstretched hand to point to MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY, continuing without pause]
and, by the living God, that same poor devil of a husband goes back to Siberia!
[MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY, with an ejaculation of horror and fright, staggers back.]
HAWCASTLE
[in extreme agitation]
It's a ghastly lie!