"My husband, my son, I conjure you, do not go out—"
"Dear wife, suppose some stranger is outside in such weather as this! Come Kervan!"
"Alas! I tell you the cries that I heard are not human. Kervan! Jocelyn! They will not listen—they are gone—Alas! Alas!"
"My father and brother go out to face danger, and I remain here—"
"Do not stamp your feet that way, bad boy! You are the cause of all this evil with your impious wishes—"
"Calm yourself, Madalen—and you, my pet, do not put on, if you please, the air of a wild colt that seeks to snap his reins; just obey your mother."
"I hear steps—they are drawing near—Oh! grandfather!"
"Well, my dear Roselyk, why tremble? What is there frightful in the steps that are approaching? Good—do you hear them laughing aloud? Are you now at ease?"
"Laughing!—on such a night!"
"It is frightful to hear, is it not, my sweet Roselyk, especially when the laughers are your own father and brother? Well—here they are. Well, my children?"