Pakh [without surprise] It could not do otherwise.
Bitiou, now close to the statue, touches it furtively with a finger tip, then runs, falls, and picks himself up. He comes up to Pakh and Sokiti.
Sokiti [pointing to the statue] She is dry now, perhaps?
Pakh. Yes, come.
Sokiti. I am afraid still.
Pakh. So am I, but come and help me.
They replace the statue on its pedestal, then step back to look at it.
Sokiti. She has done us no harm.
Pakh. No.
Sokiti. Ha! ha!