MÉLISANDE.
No, no,… not till the sun be at the bottom of the sea.—It sinks slowly; then it is the winter beginning?
ARKËL.
Yes.—Thou dost not like the winter?
MÉLISANDE.
Oh! no. I am afraid of the cold.—I am so afraid of the great cold….
ARKËL.
Dost thou feel better?
MÉLISANDE.
Yes, yes; I have no longer all those qualms….