GILBERTE [rises]
But I must leave you. [Goes toward door L.] I must prepare for our journey. Meanwhile, go and find my father.
JEAN [follows her]
Yes, but tell me before you go that you love me.
GILBERTE
Yes—I love you.
JEAN [kisses her forehead]
My only one.
[Exit Gilberte L., a second after. Enter M. Martinel C. with a very agitated air, and a letter in his hand.]
MARTINEL [perceives Jean, quickly slips the letter into his pocket; then, recollecting himself]