GOLAUD.
Oh, plague of my life!… I am here like a blind man searching for his treasure at the bottom of the ocean!… I am here like a new-born child lost in the forest, and you … Come, come, Yniold, I was wandering; we are going to talk seriously. Do Pélléas and little mother never speak of me when I am not there?…
YNIOLD.
Yes, yes, little father; they are always speaking of you.