[Stepping cautiously and listening.]
SALOME
[Through the door.] Is it safe? No one there?
MAECHA
Not a sound of anyone.
SALOME
Then, come! [They skip down the stairs.]
SALOME
Ah, here it is light, and one can see oneself reflected in the walls. Do you know why we have been suddenly mewed up in the apartments above? Yesterday we were allowed to wander as we listed through all the passages, to dance unveiled in the gardens, and peep through the railings and mock the passers-by. But to-day, since my uncle came, we have had to sit moping in sackcloth and ashes. Why? Do none of you know why?
MAECHA