MARION.
Who told you?
DIDIER.
No one; but I understand.
MARION.
Didier, I swear by every hope divine
It was to save you, tear you from this place;
To melt the executioner—to save you—
Don't you hear?
DIDIER (folding his arms).
I thank you! To descend
As low as that! To have no shame, no soul!
Oh, madame! can one be so infamous?
[Crossing the court with a great cry of rage.
[He is about to break the portrait in his hands, but he stops, and beside himself, continues.