LUCY: What shall I say, beloved?

DREYFUS: No words can express the anguish of our parting.

LUCY: Ah, Alfred, who could have foreseen this bitter end?

DREYFUS: If there is justice anywhere, this will not be the end. A year hence, or ten years - or sometime after my death the truth will be proclaimed.

LUCY: At any rate, our happiness is behind us. They will take you far away, to that desolate place, and we shall be as dead to one another.

DREYFUS: (Speaks with great effort) One thing, Lucy, troubles me more than all else - more than disgrace and torture, more than the prospect of Devil’s Island. Lucy, do you believe in me?

LUCY: Alfred, Alfred, need you ask me? My heart, my mind, my soul are yours. I shall live only for your vindication; wait only for your return.

DREYFUS: Then we