GOUROC.
[Pointing to cell.]
Wait there, till you're wanted.
[NANETTE goes out sullenly. GOUROC draws near to DIANE.]
At last I'm free to crave your pardon for the part I'm forced to play in these dark days of tragedy.—Say you'll forgive me.
DIANE.
I have nothing to forgive, sir.—You did not betray my father, and if you dare to feel for such as we, then it is for the Republic to pardon your secret treachery.
GOUROC.
Always cruel, Mademoiselle. If you knew the truth, you could not wound me with your scorn.