The lights of Notre Dame, and hear the organ
And the choir. My heart was light with joy
At thought of his return, when we might talk
And I might influence and make him good:
I understand him and can soothe him well.
Now statues occupy him more than I.
For days and days his silence is unbearable——
(She looks at the statues of Saint Nicholas and Saint Rose.)
Yet I am proud of these wood images——
My Pierre is no mere artisan or ’prentice;