Lancéor.
No one saw me.... I was wandering on the shore, I was in despair....
Joyzelle.
Oh! Why?...
Lancéor.
I was very far from here, I was very far from him, when a letter told me that my old father was dying.... I took ship at once. We were long at sea; then, in the first port at which the ship put in, I learnt that it was too late, that my father was no more.... I continued my voyage, at least to be on the scene of his last thoughts and carry out his last wishes....
Joyzelle.
Why are you here?
Lancéor.