GOUROC.

Reserve your contempt till you understand the meaning of my presence
here. I come to warn you against your host.


DIANE.

[_Haughtily_.]

How, sir! You suspect the loyalty of Monsieur Kauvar?


GOUROC.

What if he has trapped you here only to betray you?


DIANE.

That's impossible, sir! Monsieur Kauvar is the soul of honour and
devotion.


DUKE.

Besides, his head is surety for ours. The discovery that he had
sheltered us would entail his own death.