THE OLD SERVANT.
Exactly!… She was delivered on her death-bed; is that a little sign?—And what a child! Have you seen it?—A wee little girl a beggar would not bring into the world…. A little wax figure that came much too soon;… a little wax figure that must live in lambs' wool…. Yes, yes; it is not happiness that has come into the house….
FIRST SERVANT.
Yes, yes; it Is the hand of God that has been stirring….
SECOND SERVANT.
Yes, yes; all that did not happen without reason….
THIRD SERVANT.
It is as good lord Pélléas … where is he?—No one knows….
THE OLD SERVANT.
Yes, yes; everybody knows…. But nobody dare speak of it…. One does not speak of this;… one does not speak of that;… one speaks no more of anything;… one no longer speaks truth…. But I know he was found at the bottom of Blind Man's Spring;… but no one, no one could see him…. Well, well, we shall only know all that at the last day….