You know who waits there? [Pointing to the alcove.
Well!—and that 't is there
He meets the Nuncio? Well? Now, a surprise—
He there—
Dja. I know—
Loys. —is now no mortal's lord,
Is absolutely powerless—call him, dead—
He is no longer Prefect—you are Prefect!
Oh, shrink not! I do nothing in the dark,
Nothing unworthy Breton blood, believe!