Jacqueline.—(Pointing to Rosette’s cradle)
We must speak softly, now!
(She takes a step toward the cradle, but Pierre detains her.)
Pierre.—
She sleeps as softly as a bird at night.
Jacqueline.—
Then let us eat at once, I want to be
With our Rosette when first she wakens up;
Her joy must be ours too.
Pierre.—