ABBÉ. Well, didn't you wish—
MAURICE. Yes, yes!
ABBÉ. Then we have vigils between midnight and two o'clock.
MAURICE. That will be splendid!
ABBÉ. Give me your hand that you will not look back.
MAURICE. [Rising, holds out his hand] Here is my hand, and my will goes with it.
SERVANT GIRL. [Enters from the kitchen] A telephone call for
Monsieur Maurice.
MAURICE. From whom?
SERVANT GIRL. From the theatre.
(MAURICE tries to get away, but the ABBÉ holds on to his hand.)