(The cottage door opens.)
Have Rachel tell you of that awful dream.
(She goes out, left. With a staff in one hand and screening her eyes with the other, old Rachel comes sidling down the steps. Madam Valmy sets her basket over the fence.)
Rachel—Clotilde? Marie? Oh, it's Fidele! Why, child,
When did you come to town?
Madam Valmy— (Taking Rachel by the hand.)
There's some one hurt.
Rachel—Fidele! You frighten me. That horrid word!
Who is it?
Madam Valmy—The crowd.
Rachel— Where?
Madam Valmy— Down by the church.
Rachel—Those heathen dogs. Are they in town? I fear—