Not any of those things. That portrait there!
[Saverny gives him the portrait; he looks at it, speaking with bitterness.
SAVERNY.
You think so?
DIDIER.
This was made for you, you say?
SAVERNY (bowing, and making an affirmative sign).
It was! But now 'tis you whom she prefers,
You whom she loves and chooses 'mongst us all.
You are a happy man.
DIDIER (with loud and mocking laugh).
Yes! Am I not?