Isabelle
(Draws herself up, looks around her and suddenly rises and runs to the door.) No, no, I can’t have it!
Floris
(Catching her up.) What are you doing? What do you want to do?
Isabelle
I want ... I want to call out, to cry, to throw myself at his feet, to kill myself in front of him.... One never knows.... There are things left to try.... (She shakes the door.) They’ve locked it!... (She runs to the window, opens it, measures the height with her eyes and instinctively steps back. Floris, who has followed her, throws his arms round her waist and drags her into the room.)
Floris
You see, it’s too high.
Isabelle
(Returning to the door and shaking it violently.) I can’t open it!... I can’t open it!... Ah, if I were only there!... One never knows until the last moment!... I must get to him, I must get to him!... (A volley is fired. She steps back in horror.) It’s done, it’s done, it’s done!... They’ve killed him!... They’ve killed what was best in the wide world!... I shall never see him again, I shall never see him again!