‘Tis of the sights of Nantes, this church, this gaol!
Grégoire (to De Vardes)
I have in charge to guard you through the street
To the old Prison of the Séminaire.
They who lodge there go onward to the Loire!
[He turns to De L’Orient.
De Vardes (to Yvette)
Oh, sunken eyes! Oh, cheek so deadly pale!
Oh, rest thee, rest thee, child, in still Morbec!
Our Lady guard thee, guide thee with her hand.