Marcaire. Bitten!
Bertrand. Sold again! (Aside.) (A pause.)
Aline. Well, I never did!
Dumont. Two fathers!
Marquis. Two? Impossible.
Dumont. Not at all. This is the other.
Marquis. This man?
Marcaire. This is the man, my lord; here stands the father. Charles, to my arms! (Charles backs.)
Dumont. He knew the letter.
Marquis. Well, so did I.