DUKE.
I understand at last!—'Tis Paul Kauvar!
[DIANE bows her head.]
So! The saviour of your father's life is scorned for his betrayer! No wonder that you blush to own it! This makes my course more clear. The safest cure for this disgraceful love will be your marriage.
DIANE.
That cannot be!
DUKE.
[Going.]
I say it shall!