GOLAUD.

Lower, lower; they will hear you.  Are they speaking?

YNIOLD.

No, little father; they do not speak.

GOLAUD.

But what are they doing?—­They must be doing something....

YNIOLD.

They are looking at the light.

GOLAUD.

Both?

YNIOLD.

Yes, little father.

GOLAUD.

They do not say anything?

YNIOLD.

No, little father; they do not close their eyes.

GOLAUD.

They do not come near each other?

YNIOLD.

No, little father; they do not stir.

GOLAUD.

They are sitting down?

YNIOLD.

No, little father; they are standing upright against the wall.

GOLAUD.

They make no gestures?—­They do not look at each other?—­They make no signs?...

YNIOLD.

No, little father.—­Oh! oh! little father; they never close their eyes....  I am terribly afraid....

GOLAUD.

Be still.  They do not stir yet?

YNIOLD.

No, little father.—­I am afraid, little father; let me come down!...

GOLAUD.

Why, what are you afraid of?—­Look! look!...

YNIOLD.

I dare not look any more, little father!...  Let me come down!...

GOLAUD.

Look! look!...

YNIOLD.

Oh! oh!  I am going to cry, little father!—­Let me come down! let me come down!,..

GOLAUD.

Come; we will go see what has happened.
          
                                                     [Exeunt.

ACT FOURTH

SCENE I.—­A corridor in the castle.

Enter PELLEAS and MELISANDE, meeting.

PELLEAS.

Where goest thou?  I must speak to thee to-night.  Shall I see thee?

MELISANDE.

Yes.

PELLEAS.

I have just left my father’s room.  He is getting better.  The physician has told us he is saved....  And yet this morning I had a presentiment this day would end ill.  I have had a rumor of misfortune in my ears for some time....  Then, all at once there was a great change; to-day it is no longer anything but a question of time.  All the windows in his room have been thrown open.  He speaks; he seems happy.  He does not speak yet like an ordinary man, but already his ideas no longer all come from the other world....  He recognized me.  He took my hand and said with that strange air he has had since he fell sick:  “Is it thou, Pelleas?  Why, why, I had not noticed it before, but thou hast the grave and friendly look of those who will not live long....  You must travel; you must travel....”  It is strange; I shall obey him....  My mother listened to him and wept for joy.—­Hast thou not been aware of it?—­The whole house seems already to revive, you hear breathing, you hear speaking, you hear walking....  Listen; I hear some one speaking behind that door.  Quick, quick! answer quickly! where shall I see thee?