Verdelet--The Duke's uniform answers for him.
Duke--Excuse me, a soldier has but one opinion--his duty; but one adversary--the enemy.
Poirier--However, Monsieur--
Gaston--Enough, it isn't a matter of politics, Monsieur Poirier. One may discuss opinions, but not sentiments. I am bound by gratitude. My fidelity is that of a servant and of a friend. Not another word. [To the Duke.] I beg your pardon, my dear fellow. This is the first time we've talked politics here, and I promise you it shall be the last.
The Duke [in a low voice to Antoinette]--You've been forced into making a mistake, Madame.
Antoinette--I know it, now that it's too late.
Verdelet [softly, to Poirier]--Now you're in a fine fix.
Poirier [in same tone]--He's repulsed the first assault, but I don't raise the siege.
Gaston--I'm not resentful, Monsieur Poirier. Perhaps I spoke a little too strongly, but this is a tender point with me, and unintentionally you wounded me. Shake hands.
Poirier--You are very kind.