PELLEAS.

Earlier; it must have been earlier; I heard it strike half-past ten.

GOLAUD.

Half-past ten or a quarter to eleven....

PELLEAS.

They have opened all the windows of the castle.  It will be unusually hot this afternoon....  Look, there is mother with Melisande at a window of the tower....

GOLAUD.

Yes; they have taken refuge on the shady side.—­Speaking of Melisande, I heard what passed and what was said last night.  I am quite aware all that is but child’s play; but it need not be repeated.  Melisande is very young and very impressionable; and she must be treated the more circumspectly that she is perhaps with child at this moment....  She is very delicate, hardly woman; and the least emotion might bring on a mishap.  It is not the first time I have noticed there might be something between you....  You are older than she; it will suffice to have told you....  Avoid her as much as possible; without affectation moreover; without affectation....—­What is it I see yonder on the highway toward the forest?...

PELLEAS.

Some herds they are leading to the city....

GOLAUD.

They cry like lost children; you would say they smelt the butcher already.—­It will be time for dinner.—­What a fine day!  What a capital day for the harvest!...
          
                                                     [Exeunt.

SCENE V.—­Before the castle.

Enter GOLAUD and little YNIOLD.

GOLAUD.

Come, we are going to sit down here, Yniold; sit on my knee; we shall see from here what passes in the forest.  I do not see you any more at all now.  You abandon me too; you are always at little mother’s....  Why, we are sitting just under little mother’s windows.—­Perhaps she is saying her evening prayer at this moment....  But tell me, Yniold, she is often with your uncle Pelleas, isn’t she?

YNIOLD.

Yes, yes; always, little father; when you are not there, little father....

GOLAUD.

Ah!—­look; some one is going by with a lantern in the garden.—­But I have been told they did not like each other....  It seems they often quarrel;... no?  Is it true?

YNIOLD.

Yes, yes; it is true.

GOLAUD.

Yes?—­Ah! ah!—­But what do they quarrel about?

YNIOLD.

About the door.

GOLAUD.

What? about the door?—­What are you talking about?—­No, come, explain yourself; why do they quarrel about the door?

YNIOLD.

Because it won’t stay open.

GOLAUD.

Who wants it to stay open?—­Come, why do they quarrel?

YNIOLD.

I don’t know, little father; about the light.

GOLAUD.

I am not talking to you about the light; we will talk of that by and by.  I am talking to you about the door.  Answer what I ask you; you must learn to talk; it is time....  Do not put your hand in your mouth so;... come....