DIDIER (without hearing him).
A faithless, a mad thing,
A woman is: inconstant, cruel, deep,
And turbulent as is the ocean. Ah,
Upon that sea I trusted all my fortune!
In all the vast horizon saw one star!
Well! I am shipwrecked! Nothing's left but death.
Yet I was born good-hearted: might have found
The spark divine within me by-and-by.
Fair looked the future! Oh, remorseless woman,
Did you not shrink in face of such a lie,
Since to your mercy I trusted my soul?
SAVERNY.
Forever Marion! You've strange ideas
About her!
DIDIER (without heeding him, picks up the picture and fixes his eyes upon it).
Down 'mongst the degraded things
I must throw you, oh, woman who betrays!
A demon, with eyes touched by angels' wings.
[Puts it back into his breast.
SAVERNY.
Alas! poor friend.
We'll talk of death.
[Aside.] It comforts him, although
I find it rather sad.
DIDIER.