I do not understand.
I am turnkey here, though once a servant of the Duke’s. You love his daughter; I can help her father to escape.
[Crossing to the door.]
This opens on a staircase leading to the river. Here’s the key. I have a boat below. To-night I’ll creep up the stairs and knock three times. Open, then, this door—and you’ll find deliverance for those you love.
[Taking the key.]
How can I repay this deed?
Trust me—that is all.
[Extending his hand.]
I will—I do!
[Kissing PAUL’S hand.]
I’m yours in life or death.
[Goes to door.]
Saved!—Thank God!—Their freedom in my hand!—
And yet she does not come.—Can it be that she believes me guilty—esteems me lower than the foulest worm?
No, no,—I was right!
[Going toward her.]
I knew you’d come.
Stop!—Let me look at you and say farewell.
Then you really think me guilty?
If an angel had accused you, I would say it was a lie.
Diane! Diane!—My loyal wife!
[He embraces her.
[Shrinking from him.]
No, no! I am not worthy of your love! I must save my father’s life, no matter what it costs me.
Courage, dear heart! I hold here salvation for you both.
Yes! This very night your father shall fly with us to England.
Ah! Then I am free! I need owe him nothing!