Poor creature!
Jacqueline.—
What, was I asleep? Protect me!
(She falls asleep again. Saint Nicholas looks at her, smiling benignantly, then turns to the statue of Saint Rose.)
Saint Nicholas.—
Rose, Rose! No answer from her! Rose, I’m speaking!
You hear me? Come to life!
(He examines the statue, which remains inanimate.)
’Tis surely she!
(He turns round facing the audience, while the statue of Saint Rose begins to move. She quietly walks toward Saint Nicholas and listens to him.)