Eloise [sourly]. "Both!" My faith! But I must have been a brave little actress.
Louis. I do not believe it. You loved me. I—[He hesitates.]
Eloise. Do get on with what you have to say.
Louis [in a low voice]. I have many forebodings, Eloise, but the strongest—and for me the saddest—is that this is the last chance you will ever have to tell—to tell me—[He falters again.]
Eloise [irritated beyond measure, shouting]. To tell you what?
Louis [swallowing]. That your love for me still lingers.
Eloise [promptly]. Well, it doesn't. So that's over!
Louis. Not quite yet. I—
Eloise [dropping into a chair]. O Death!
Louis [still gently]. Listen. I have hope that you and Anne may be permitted to escape; but as for me, since the first moment I felt the eyes of that spy from Paris upon me I have had the premonition that I would be taken back—to the guillotine, Eloise. I am sure that he will arrest me when I attempt to leave this place to-night. [With sorrowful earnestness.] And it is with the certainty in my soul that this is our last hour together that I ask you if you cannot tell me that the old love has come back. Is there nothing in your heart for me?