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.