MARION (aside).
Alas!
DIDIER.
If you knew how things torture me!
To hear that actor talk, affront you thus!
It is not least among our wretched woes
To see you mixed with jugglers such as these,
A chaste, exquisite flower 'mid this filth—
You, 'mongst these women steeped in infamy!
MARION.
Be prudent, Didier!
DIDIER.
God! I struggled hard
Against my anger! He said "thou" to you,
When I, your love, your husband, hardly dare
For fear of tarnishing that virgin brow—
MARION.
Be pleasant with them; it means life to you,
And me as well.