I love her more than ever.
You behold me quivering with love and with anguish.
I must have her to-night.
CLOPIN.
You will see her pass by here—in a moment;
It is the way to her home.
CLAUDE FROLLO (aside).
Oh! Hell has hold of me! [Aloud.] Soon—you say?
CLOPIN.
Upon the instant!
CLAUDE FROLLO.
Alone?
CLOPIN.