No sadness now, or I shall leave. Now see.
(She shows him the toys.)
Pierre.—
What’s this?
(He goes to the fire-place, kneels and examines the toys, which he admires.)
Saint Nicholas.—(To Jacqueline, who is still asleep)
Saint Rose and I, while you were sleeping,
Have taken care of you and yours. Awake,
Dear Jacqueline, and let your heart be free.
(Jacqueline opens her eyes, and rises.)