DUKE.
Let us forget them here. For now we will task your hospitality for a time.
LA ROCHE.
I swear I have not felt the poverty that war entails till now. My old chateau has been dismantled—this hall alone is habitable. I feel ashamed to offer you such shabby quarters.
DUKE.
Nay, cousin, a bed of stones with friends is better than a bed of down with those we do not love.
DENISE.
[Entering, speaks to LA ROCHEJACQUELEIN.]
A couch and fire are ready in the room that was your mother's.