SISTER MARTHA:
But--every Saturday, when he arrives,
He tells me, 'Sister, I eat meat on Friday!'

MOTHER MARGUERITE:
Ah! says he so? Well, the last time he came
Food had not passed his lips for two whole days!

SISTER MARTHA:
Mother!

MOTHER MARGUERITE:
He's poor.

SISTER MARTHA:
Who told you so, dear Mother?

MOTHER MARGUERITE:
Monsieur Le Bret.

SISTER MARTHA:
None help him?

MOTHER MARGUERITE:
He permits not.
(In an alley at the back Roxane appears, dressed in black, with a widow's coif
and veil. De Guiche, imposing-looking and visibly aged, walks by her side.
They saunter slowly. Mother Marguerite rises):
'Tis time we go in; Madame Madeleine
Walks in the garden with a visitor.