The Very Old Blind Woman. We are sitting opposite you.
First Blind Man. Wait, I am coming over where you are. (He rises and gropes in the dark.) Where are you?—Speak! let me hear where you are!
The Very Old Blind Woman. Here; we are sitting on stones.
First Blind Man. (Advances and stumbles against the fallen tree and the rocks.) There is something between us.
Second Blind Man. We had better keep our places.
Third Blind Man. Where are you sitting?—Will you come over by us?
The Very Old Blind Woman. We dare not rise!
Third Blind Man. Why did he separate us?
First Blind Man. I hear praying on the women’s side.
Second Blind Man. Yes; the three old women are praying.