GUIMARD lies down unwillingly.
BISKRA. What do you hear?
GUIMARD. I hear the murmuring of a spring.
BISKRA. There you see! God is one, and there is no other God but He, the Merciful and Compassionate One!—What do you see?
GUIMARD. I can hear a spring murmur—I can see the light of a lamp—in a window with green shutters—on a white street——
BISKRA. Who is sitting at the window?
GUIMARD. My wife—Elise!
BISKRA. Who is standing behind the curtain with his arm around her neck?
GUIMARD. That's my son, George.
BISKRA. How old is your son?