Gregory. Yes, yes, poor fellow, he looks quite thin and worn.
Felix. And to think how we were deceived in that boy! How his people praised him!
Sebastian [gloomily]. I fear his Royal relatives are sadly deceived in him.
Gregory. But let us think of pleasanter subjects, for I have hopes that the softening influences of the Christmas season will do great things for our misguided young friend. Let us give our minds to the contemplation of the Doll bed. How lovely the little creatures are!
Felix. And how they will delight the hearts of the little girls.
Anselm. Why, why, why, what is this? Here is a vacant place!
Gregory. Oh, yes, Brother, that doll didn't come up. I noticed the place long ago.
Felix. And so did I, but I neglected to speak of it.
Gregory [to Anselm, who continues to shake his head over the missing doll]. Come, come, Brother, let us be glad that such cases are rare. Now, my Brethren, we will go on with our inspection. [They move towards exit, then, looking back, discover Sebastian still in gloomy revery. Felix goes back, puts an arm across his shoulder, and guides him gently after the others.]
Gregory. Poor fellow! Poor fellow! [Exeunt slowly (R.). Enter (L.) Rosalia.]