And he will go to that inferno?
Silence. Emil Grelieu walks over to his wife and kisses her hand. She looks at his head with a smile. Suddenly she rises.
JEANNE
Forgive me; there is something else I must say—
She moves quickly and lightly, but suddenly, as though stumbling over an invisible obstacle, falls on one knee. Then she tries to rise, kneels, pale and still smiling, bending to one side. They rush over to her and lift her from the ground.
PIERRE
Mamma! Mamma!
EMIL GRELIEU
You have a headache? Jeanne, my dearest, what ails you?
She pushes them aside, stands up firmly, trying to conceal her nervousness.