MARION.
We are losing time.
The horses wait. What you have in your mind,
You'll tell me afterward. We must fly now.
DIDIER.
Who is that man there watching us?
MARION.
The jailer.
He's safe; I bribed him, as I did the guard.
Do you suspect them? You have such an air.
DIDIER.
It's nothing. We're so easily deceived.
MARION.
Come! Each lost moment chills me to the heart.
I seem to hear the tread of that great crowd.
Hasten, my Didier—on my knees—oh, fly!