That's impossible, sir! Monsieur Kauvar is the soul of honour and devotion.
DUKE.
Besides, his head is surety for ours. The discovery that he had sheltered us would entail his own death.
GOUROC.
Precisely! And what if the sense of that danger had prompted a denunciation, while there still was some merit in it?
[The DUKE starts. DIANE turns aside with scorn.]
One thing is certain: an anonymous denunciation of you, describing your disguise and your retreat, has been made to our club.
DIANE.
[Clasping her father.]
What!—Discovered and denounced?