OSSEP [
standing
]. My God! what do I see and hear? You are a merchant and tread your word under foot. Shame on you! [
Takes him by the arm and leads him to the mirror
.] Look! look at your face! Why do you turn pale?
BARSSEGH. Let me go!
OSSEP [
holding him fast by the sleeve
]. How can you be so unscrupulous? Look! How pale your lips are!
BARSSEGH. Let me go! [