MAR. Oh, Jean—
JEAN. This is our last day here.
MAR. Last!
JEAN. To-morrow Ferdinand and his Court will be removed to the castle of Valencay.
MAR. And you? Do you accompany us?
JEAN. I do not know. I have not yet received my orders.
MAR. You will not leave me, Jean?
JEAN. Does one leave the light, air, warmth, life? I shall come to you this afternoon.
MAR. My uncle is calling—
JEAN. Au revoir, sweetheart. (kisses her; exit Mariana; Beluche enters R. U.)