[_Exit_.


DIANE.

Father, why are you so moved?


DUKE.

But now, the mob seized some poor young girl they found without
protection in the street. I heard of this and fearing for your life, I
hurried here in awful agony of mind. Ah! Diane, this dread of peril to
you is worse than the worst of deaths to me.


DIANE.

Take heart, dear father! Does not Paul Kauvar, strong and true, stand
between us and danger!


DUKE.

Yes; but 'tis hard that I, a peer of France, should owe my daughter's
life to a peasant's son--a workman!


DIANE.