[DIANE weeps.]
What—tears, Madame?
DIANE.
Tears of triumph—that your heart echoes mine! Ah, Jean, we two, alone, of all the world, believe he's not a traitor.
DUKE.
Here's a list of martyrs slaughtered the day that we escaped.
GOUROC.
[Taking the paper.]
And here's a name underlined with ink.
[Starting up with great joy.]