They are looking a long while….

THE OLD MAN.

They might look a hundred thousand years and not perceive anything, the poor little sisters…. The night is too dark…. They are looking this way; and it is from that way the misfortune is coming….

THE STRANGER.

It is fortunate they look this way…. I do not know what that is coming toward us, over by the meadows.

MARY.

I think it is the crowd…. They are so far away you can hardly make them out….

THE STRANGER.

They follow the undulations of the path…. Now they appear again on a hillside in the moonlight….

MARY.