[With haughty surprise.]
Mademoiselle! When you speak so warmly, you forget the distance that separates you from one of his rank.
[Cries in the distance of "To the Guillotine!" with the roll of muffled drums.
DIANE.
[In solemn voice.]
Nay, father, listen!—Do we need more to remind us of the nearness of the protected to the protector?
[The DUKE listens with bowed head. GOUROC goes to window.
DUKE.
[To GOUROC, as drums draw near.]
Is it the patrol?