Marquis de Saverny! I would like much
To see that fool who looked at her so hard.
I have him on my mind.
BOUCHAVANNES (to Saverny, who is talking with Brichanteau).
Saverny!
DIDIER (aside).
Ah,
That is my man!
[He advances slowly, his eyes fixed on the noblemen, and sits down at a table placed under the street-lamp, which lights up the edict. L'Angely, motionless and silent, is a few steps distant.
BOUCHAVANNES (to Saverny, who turns around).
You know about the edict?
SAVERNY.
Which one?