GOUROC.
[Aside.]
So I have a double task! To save her—and kill her husband.
[Aloud.]
The same old story, Comrade, and as usual a woman mars the plot! You were a patriot, till love enmeshed you in his magic web; then you became the weakest of mankind—a husband. I am sorry, very sorry; but Paul—my friend—if I can serve you now, I beg of you command me.
PAUL.
Yes, you can serve me. You have been my friend—be more!
GOUROC.
Your sorrow seems so deep, I swear I think I'd serve it—even at the cost of conscience! Speak then, without fear.