THE OLD MAN.
No, Martha, stay here…. Sit beside your sister, on this old stone bench, against the wall of the house, and do not look…. You are too young; you never could forget…. You cannot know what a face is like at the moment when death passes before its eyes…. There will be cries, perhaps…. Do not turn round…. Perhaps there will be nothing…. Above all, do not turn if you hear nothing…. One does not know the course of grief beforehand…. A few little deep-rooted sobs, and that is all, usually…. I do not know myself what I may do when I shall hear them…. That belongs no longer to this life…. Kiss me, my child, before I go away….
[The murmur of prayers has gradually drawn nearer. Part of the crowd invades the garden. Dull steps heard, running, and low voices speaking.]
THE STRANGER (to the crowd).
Stay here;… do not go near the windows…. Where is she?…
A PEASANT.
Who?
THE STRANGER.
The rest … the bearers?…
THE PEASANT.
They are coming by the walk that leads to the door.
[The old man goes away. Martha and Mary are seated on the bench, with their backs turned to the windows. Murmurs in the crowd.]
THE STRANGER.
S—t!… Do not speak.
[The elder of the two sisters rises and goes to bolt the door….]
MARTHA.
She opens it?
THE STRANGER.
On the contrary, she is shutting it. [A silence.
MARTHA.
Grandfather has not entered?
THE STRANGER.
No…. She returns and sits down by her mother…. The others do not stir, and the child sleeps all the time…. [A silence.
MARTHA.
Sister, give me your hands….
MARY.
Martha!… [They embrace and give each other a kiss.
THE STRANGER.
He must have knocked…. They have all raised their heads at the same time;… they look at each other….
MARTHA.
Oh! oh! my poor little sister!… I shall cry too!… [She stifles her sobs on her sister's shoulder.
THE STRANGER.
He must be knocking again…. The father looks at the clock. He rises.
MARTHA.
Sister, sister, I want to go in too…. They cannot be alone any longer….
MARY.
Martha! Martha!… [She holds her back.
THE STRANGER.
The father is at the door…. He draws the bolts…. He opens the door prudently….
MARTHA.
Oh!… you do not see the…
THE STRANGER.
What?
MARTHA.
Those who bear….
THE STRANGER.
He hardly opens it…. I can only see a corner of the lawn; and the fountain…. He does not let go the door;… he steps back…. He looks as if he were saying: "Ah, it's you!"… He raises his arms…. He shuts the door again carefully…. Your grandfather has come into the room….
[The crowd has drawn nearer the windows. Martha and Mary half rise at first, then draw near also, clasping each other tightly. The old man is seen advancing into the room. The two sisters of the dead girl rise; the mother rises as well, after laying the child carefully in the armchair she has just abandoned; in such a way that from without the little one may be seen asleep, with his head hanging a little to one side, in the centre of the room. The mother advances to meet the old man and extends her hand to him, but draws it back before he has had time to take it. One of the young girls offers to take off the visitor's cloak and the other brings forward a chair for him; but the old man makes a slight gesture of refusal. The father smiles with a surprised look. The old man looks toward the windows.]
THE STRANGER.
He dares not tell them…. He has looked at us…. [Rumors in the crowd.
THE STRANGER.
S … t!…
[The old man, seeing their faces at the windows, has quickly turned his eyes away. As one of the young girls continues to offer him the same armchair, he ends by sitting down and passes his right hand across his forehead several times.]
THE STRANGER.
He sits down….
[The other people in the room sit down also, while the father talks volubly. At last the old man opens his mouth, and the tone of his voice seems to attract attention. But the father interrupts him. The old man begins to speak again, and little by little the others become motionless. All at once, the mother starts and rises.]
MARTHA.
Oh! the mother is going to understand!…
[She turns away and hides her face in her hands. New murmurs in the crowd. They elbow each other. Children cry to be lifted up, so that they may see too. Most of the mothers obey.]
THE STRANGER.
S … t!… He has not told them yet….
[The mother is seen to question the old man in anguish. He says a few words more; then abruptly all the rest rise too and seem to question him. He makes a slow sign of affirmation with his head.]
THE STRANGER.
He has told them…. He has told them all at once!…
VOICES IN THE CROWD.
He has told them!… He has told them!…
THE STRANGER.
You hear nothing….
[The old man rises too, and, without turning, points with his finger to the door behind him. The mother, the father, and the two young girls throw themselves on this door, which the father cannot at once succeed in opening. The old man tries to prevent the mother from going out.]
VOICES IN THE CROWD.
They are going out! They are going out!…
[Jostling in the garden. All rush to the other side of the house and disappear, with the exception of the stranger, who remains at the windows. In the room, both sides of the folding-door at last open; all go out at the same time. Beyond can be seen a starry sky, the lawn and the fountain in the moonlight, while in the middle of the abandoned room the child continues to sleep peacefully in the armchair.—Silence.]
THE STRANGER.
The child has not waked!… [He goes out also.