Otto
I told him it was impossible.
Isabelle
That’s something, at last! It’s the first word which was worthy of you, which was worthy of the man I married!... And what did he reply? He didn’t insist, of course?
Otto
He told me that he would give me till seven o’clock to think it over. If at seven o’clock precisely I am not at the head of my men in the little yard behind the stables, he will have me arrested, place me against the wall beside your father and will himself command the party which will execute both sentences.
Isabelle
Good! I shall go and stand between the two of you. He will order three volleys and it will be finished. After all, life has become impossible.
Floris
I shall go too.