De Vardes
Why, then, without doubt
It was Vivien! But yet do you know
‘Tis the Eve of Saint John, and here, last night,
I dreamed that I saw my dream again!
[The hand and arm of the statue fall, broken, to the
ground at the feet of The Marquise.
The Marquise
Ah!
De Vardes (pushes the marble aside with his foot)