Now I understand your joy when you read of the beheadal of the man who took my father's place!—You knew he was my husband.
GOUROC.
I did.
DIANE.
You planned his death to free and force me to this marriage.
GOUROC.
I did not learn that you were his wife till he was going to the guillotine.—Then he told me all, confiding you to my care. I promised him I'd shield you from all peril.—I but keep my word with him, in asking you to keep your word with me.
DIANE.
So you would wed the widow of a Sans Culotte?