Pierre— (Bending up and down.)
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Father Benedict—Pierre! (A pause.)
Pierre, if Hell hath done
Some wild deed in the night, be sure that God
Will right it.
Pierre—Will He, oh, will He, Father, make him to see—
See the blue sky again?
Father Benedict—Who is it Hell hath blinded in the night?
Pierre— (With his hands to his eyes, sobbing.)
Brother—brother—
Father Benedict—Pierre!
Pierre—O, Oswald! Oswald!
(With a cry, Madam Bacqueur falls fainting upon the steps. The women about her take her child from her arms and support her back into the church. The crowd stands silent.)
Pierre— (Bending up and down.)
Say something! say something!
Father Benedict— (Almost overcome.)
Can this be true? Can this be true, Pierre?