Perhaps.
GOLAUD.
At once?… Oh! oh! I must tell her….—Mélisande! Mélisande!…
Leave me alone! leave me alone with her!…
ARKËL.
No, no; do not come near…. Trouble her not…. Speak no more to her…. You know not what the soul is….
GOLAUD.
It is not my fault!… It is not my fault!
ARKËL.
Hush!… Hush!… We must speak softly now.—She must not be disturbed…. The human soul is very silent…. The human soul likes to depart alone…. It suffers so timorously…. But the sadness, Golaud … the sadness of all we see!… Oh! oh! oh!… [At this moment, all the servants fall suddenly on their knees at the back of the chamber.]
ARKËL (turning).