Man. Why don't you jump down there?
Yvon. Try it yourself, if you want to break your neck, my fine gentleman. Are you going to stay long? It is getting late.
Man. Don't be uneasy, I shall go presently.
Yvon. The sooner the better. I ain't a coward, but I feel more comfortable away from here.
[Exit.
Man. This is a fine old ruin. How is it that I have never found it out before? I must bring my sketch-book here some day. Alas! I forgot that for me there is no future here, to-morrow—'Tis but a sad farewell that I must bid the scenes I had begun to love so well. Wretched heart! Is it, then, because reason, honor, everything, forbids my loving her that—Ah! were I not the guardian of an existence more precious than my own, I should long ago have fled this torture!
[Goes up.
Enter Marguerite.
Mar. This is most fortunate, when the moon rises the view will be charming. [Suddenly sees Manuel.] Sir, I beg your pardon. I was not aware, indeed—
[Going.