JEAN [takes the dead woman's hand and kisses it fondly, his voice choked with emotion]
Farewell, my dear little Musotte! To think that a moment ago you were speaking to me—a moment ago you were looking at me, you saw me, and now—all is over!
PELLERIN [goes to Jean and takes him by the shoulder]
Now, you must go at once. Go! You have nothing more to do here. Your duty is over.
JEAN [rises]
I go. Farewell, poor little Musotte!
PELLERIN
I will take care of everything this evening. But the child, do you wish me to find an asylum for him?
JEAN
Oh, no, I will take him. I have sworn it to that poor, dead darling. Come and join me immediately at my house, and bring him with you. Then I shall have another service to request of you. But how about Musotte, who is going to remain with her?