Rachel— (Screening her eyes.)
What is it, Rosa?
Fidele— Auntie! auntie!
(She pulls old Rachel to her knees.)
A Breath—(Through the crowd.) His ghost!
Oswald—What is the matter?
(Upon hearing his voice, old Rachel, who has continued to stare toward the church, falls with her face to the ground.)
A Man—(In a low voice.) Jardin, speak.
Jardin— Father.
Oswald—What is it? (A pause.) What is the matter?
Jardin— Is that you?