They are getting up….
THE STRANGER.
I think they are coming to the windows….
[At this moment, one of the two sisters of whom they speak draws near the first window, the other near the third, and, pressing their hands at the same time against the panes, look a long while into the darkness.]
THE OLD MAN.
No one comes to the window in the middle….
MARY.
They are looking…. They are listening….
THE OLD MAN.
The elder smiles at what she does not see.