Anthony (cries out:—)
"Oh! that I had only some holy water!..."
(The flame goes out, producing much smoke.
Ennoia and Simon have disappeared.
An exceedingly cold, opaque and fœtid mist fills the atmosphere.)
Anthony (groping with his hands like a blind man:—)
"Where am I?... I fear lest I fall into the abyss! And the cross, surely, is too far from me. Ah! what a night! what a terrible night!"
(The mist is parted by a gust of wind; and Anthony sees two men covered with long white tunics.
The first is of lofty stature, with a gentle face, and a grave mien. His blond hair, parted like that of Christ, falls upon his shoulders. He has cast aside a wand that he had been holding in his hand; his companion takes it up, making a reverence after the fashion of the Orientals.
The latter is small of stature, thick set, flat-nosed; his neck and shoulders expresses good natured simplicity.