I can show you—let you see.
It is to-night.
MARION (trembling all over).
Oh, heaven! this night!
LAFFEMAS.
This night
The Cardinal, in litter, will attend.
[Marion is buried in a deep and painful reverie. Suddenly she passes her two hands over her brow and turns, as if wild, toward Laffemas.
MARION.
How could you manage their escape?
LAFFEMAS (low).
You mean?
Two of my men could guard this place, by which
The Cardinal passes—