Oh, pity for him!
LAFFEMAS (with gallantry).
At my feet, madame!
'Tis I should kneel at yours.
MARION (on her knees, clasping her hands).
My lord the judge,
Have mercy upon others, if some day
You hope a jealous judge, more powerful
Than you are, will be merciful to you!
LAFFEMAS (smiling).
You're preaching us a sermon, I believe!
Ah, madame, reign at balls and shine at fêtes,
But do not preach us sermons. For your sake,
I would do anything; but he has killed—
It is a murder.
DIDIER (to Marion).
Rise! [Marion rises, trembling.
You lie! it was a duel.
LAFFEMAS.