MAN. What!
MAR. No. Come death, come dishonor, I will not be the first to dishonor myself.
MAN. (seizing her shoulders in frenzy) You shall be my mistress then!—do you hear?—my mistress! (a great tumult without; enter an excited crowd.)
CROWD. The Pride! Lafitte! (Mariana puts out her hands to Father Poularde and falls fainting in his arms, her veil as she does so, drifting over her face.)
MAN. (to Father Poularde.) Give her to me. (Father Poularde too terror-stricken to hear, puts Mariana hastily on the floor and exits; Manuel is stooping to lift her when Lafitte enters.) Jean Durand! (he slinks away.)
LAF. Beluche.
BEL. Here.
LAF. See that the commander of the Creole be found, put in chains and brought on the Creole to Barataria, you to command her.
BEL. Very well. (exit.)