by glass, and opening upon the outer courtyard of the Tower.
Gilbert.Well?
Joshua.Alas!
Gilbert.No hope?
Joshua.No hope. [Gilbert goes to the window.] Oh! you 'll see nought from the window!
Gilbert.You have made inquiry, have you not?
Joshua.I am only too sure.
Gilbert.'Tis for Fabiani?
Joshua.'Tis for Fabiani.
Gilbert.How fortunate he is! Malediction on my head!
Joshua.Poor Gilbert! Your turn will come. To-day 'tis he, to-morrow 'twill be you.
Gilbert.What mean you? We do not understand each other. Of what do you speak?
Joshua.Of the scaffold that is being built at this moment.
Gilbert.And I am speaking of Jane.
Joshua.Of Jane?
Gilbert.Yes, of Jane! only of Jane! What care I for all the rest? Have you forgotten, pray? do you not remember that, for a month past, with my face glued to the bars of my dungeon, whence I can see the street, I have seen her always hovering about, pale and in mourning garb, at the foot of this tower in which two men are confined, Fabiani and I? Do you not remember my agony, my doubts, my uncertainties? For which of the two does she come? I ask myself that question night and day, poor miserable creature that I am! I have asked it of you, Joshua, and you promised last night to try to see her
