I will open his hand a little without his noticing it…. We have no right to wait any longer…. God knows what he has done…. He will forgive us when he has his reason back…. Oh! oh! his hand has no strength any more…
ASTOLAINE.
Take care! Take care!
PALOMIDES.
I have the keys.—Which is it? I am going to open the room.
ONE OF THE SISTERS.
Oh, I am afraid!… Do not open it at once…. Palomides!…
PALOMIDES.
Stay here…. I do not know what I shall find….
[He goes to the door, opens it, and enters the apartment.]