[Pushes her away, gently]: Ho—home. It will soon be over. It's nothing ... I am ver—very ... home.... You stay here, Briquet—you must. I'm all right.
Consuelo
You are cold? Here is my shawl.
Zinida
No—let me.... [Consuelo gets up, and moves aside.]
Briquet
And it's all because of your books, Zinida—your mythology. Now tell me, why do you want those beasts to love you? Beasts! Do you understand, He? You too, you're from that world. She'll listen more to you. Explain it to her. Whom can those beasts love? Those hairy monsters, with diabolic eyes?
He
[Genially]: I believe—only their equals. You are right, Papa Briquet—there must be the same race.
Briquet