Saint Guenolé!

He hath the purse! The paper in it too!

He’s rock; he, black Grégoire! Alack the day!

Saint Huon! What’s to do?—

Grégoire

Sorel and Mornay!

Séraphine

Saint Yves le Véridique! I will away!

[Exit Séraphine.

De Vardes (to The Marquise)