PALOMIDES.
What are you asking?… There is something there of which we have no right to speak, do you understand?… There is a life there that does not belong to our poor life, and which love has no right to approach except in silence…. We are here, like two beggars in rags, when I think of it…. Go! go!… I could tell you things….
ALLADINE.
Palomides!… What is the matter?