Meg. Ah!... Refused.
Her. But there's a way, my lord. When you have passed
The second door without, turn to the left.
You'll find a vaulted passage,—at the end
An entrance to my wood. Come in, and wait.
Meg. You grace me so?
Her. It is not grace that breaks
The covenant of salt. But who keeps faith
With traitors? He is one, by every sign.
An evil thing blown to our royal hearth
Through Chartrien's open love that lets all winds
Pour in. And I'll have proof of it!
Meg. [Over her hand] You shall. [Exit, lower right]
Cha. [Crossing to Hernda] A long-spun courtesy, and with one merit,—
It ended in good-night.
Her. [Gayly] Unruly yet?
A truce until to-morrow!
Cha. You believe me?
Her. I would not doubt you for a world compact
Of virtues only, but it's no unreason
To fear you are deceived.
Cha. Dear Hernda——