Long. Lady, already I have said, your auguries wrong me (the noise of a combat sounds from the bank.) Ha! the crash of swords! Sanguine! fly to the spot. Lenoire, I fear me, is in danger.
Exit Sanguine.
Confusion to my hopes! what ill-beamed planet rules the hour? Eugenia, return to the pavilion.
Eug. Not, while succour seems so nigh, help! help!
Long. Dare but repeat that cry, by heavens! this very moment is your last. (draws a dagger.) Nay, nay, you strive in vain,—away!
Longueville forces Eugenia into the pavilion, then drags a bar across the door.
What cursed step has wandered on these banks to thwart my ripe design? Perdition to the meddling slave! his life shall pay the forfeit of his rashness.
Re-enter Sanguine.
Sang. My lord, the combatants, whoe’er they were, had vanished ere I reached the spot; close to the water’s edge the turf was stained with blood, and already to a distance from the bank, Lenoire had rowed away the boat; I called aloud, but he increased his speed, and gave no answer.
Lon. ’Sdeath! some prying hind has stolen on our plans; doubtless Lenoire has been assailed and for a while avoids the bank, fearful of further ambush; follow me to search yon winding path; if the villian have received a wound, traces of blood will guide us to his haunt,—vengeance direct our steps! Exit, with Sanguine.