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My friend?
METTERNICH.
Yes; Marshal Marmont.
THE DUKE.
Oh! Marmont!
METTERNICH.
[_With a look at_ PROKESCH.]
He's among the few I like to see about you--
PROKESCH.
[_Mutters._]
I should hope so!
METTERNICH.
He's here.
THE DUKE.
Why, let him come!
[METTERNICH _goes out. The_ DUKE _throws himself wildly on the couch._]
My father! Glory!
The Eagles! The Imperial throne! The purple!
[_Suddenly calm, he offers his hand to_ MARMONT, _who enters with_ METTERNICH.]
Ah, Marshal Marmont! How are _you_ to-day?
MARMONT.
My Lord--!
METTERNICH.
[_Anxious to get_ PROKESCH _away._]
Come, Prokesch, come and see how well The Duke is lodged.
[_He takes him by the arm and leads him off._]
THE DUKE.
[_After a pause._]
You've told me all you know About my Father's youth?
MARMONT.
I have.
THE DUKE.
We'll sum it up You'd call him great?
MARMONT.
Oh, very.
THE DUKE.
But 'twas you Who helped--
MARMONT.
I helped him to avoid--
THE DUKE.
Disaster?
MARMONT.
Well, he believed so stoutly--
THE DUKE.
In his star?
MARMONT.
We perfectly agree in our conclusions.
THE DUKE.
And I suppose he was, as we were saying--
MARMONT.
