SAVERNY (half awake: sees Marion and salutes her).
Oh, I was dreaming
About you, my beauty!
COUNCILOR.
Have you made
Your peace with God?
SAVERNY.
I have, sir.
COUNCILOR.
It is well.
Please sign this paper!
SAVERNY (takes the parchment, runs over it).
'Tis the procès-verbal.
Good! This is a most curious thing—account
Of my own death, signed with my autograph!