"You can't touch me."
"I can expose you, show your letters."
"What letters?"
"Those in which my death was decided on."
"Lies, Thérèse! You know that famous plot exists only in your imagination. Neither Jacques nor I wished for your death."
"You did, at any rate. Your letters condemn you."
"Lies! They were the letters of a friend to a friend."
"Letters of a mistress to her paramour."
"Prove it."
"They are there, in Jacques' pocket-book."