Paul. No, no—I hear some kind of gibberish.
Saint-Réault. Such, in simple terminology, is the concretum of the doctrine of Buddha.—And at this point I shall close my remarks.
(Murmurs. Some of the audience rise.)
Several Voices. (Weakly) Very good! Good!
Saint-Réault. And now—(He coughs)
Mme. de Céran. (Eagerly) You must be tired, Saint-Réault?
Saint-Réault. Not at all, Countess!
Mme. Arriégo. Oh, yes, you must be; rest yourself. We can wait.
Several Voices. You must rest!
Mme. de Loudan. You can’t always remain in the clouds. Come down to earth, Baron.