LAF. (compassionatingly.) Sweetheart! (kisses her.) Now, let us find Darblee. He will care for you until my return.
MAR. (detaining him.) Not now.
LAF. I must go, sweetheart.
MAR. (half-sobbing.) I want to see you.... I haven’t seen you for so long....
LAF. (passing his hand over her hair.) Sweetheart—
MAR. Did you get my note asking you to come here?
LAF. (surprised.) No.
MAR. Then why did you come?
LAF. To save Dominique. I was barely in time. (leading her towards the door.)
MAR. (suddenly placing her back on the shut door.) No!—You cannot go!