EMIL GRELIEU
What is it? Let me have them!
Reading the telegrams, he staggers to an armchair and sinks into it. He turns pale.
PIERRE
What is it, father?
EMIL GRELIEU
Read!
Pierre reads it over the shoulder of his father. The woman looks at them with an enigmatical expression upon her face. She sits calmly, her beautiful head thrown back. Emil Grelieu rises quickly, and both he and his son start to pace the room in opposite directions.
PIERRE
Do you see?