[Snatching the paper, looking, then with a cry.]
Great heaven!—It is!—His name and hand!
[She sinks down in despair.
PAUL.
[Passionately, to the DUKE.]
I betray you!—I, Paul Kauvar.—Tis false!
[To DIANE.]
You at least will not believe this lie.
DUKE.
[Interposing.]