Satni. You saw that?
Nourm. Yes.
Sokiti [proudly] Me too, me too—
Bitiou. I laugh very much—because—because—Steward, very big, strong, and then when very much beaten, fell down—fell on the ground—like me! like me! He, big, he fell down just the same—he like Bitiou—I very glad. [During what follows he plays with his foot].
Steward. What they have done is bad.
Nourm. No. The steward had been happy all his life. He was old.
Sokiti. He was old. So 'tis not bad to have killed him—He had finished—He was fat—and he had lost his appetite—
Nourm. Only just, he should leave his place to another.
Satni. We must not kill.
Sokiti. What does that mean?