Some herds they are leading to the city….
GOLAUD.
They cry like lost children; you would say they smelt the butcher already.—It will be time for dinner.—What a fine day! What a capital day for the harvest!… [Exeunt.
SCENE V.—Before the castle.
Enter GOLAUD and little YNIOLD.
GOLAUD.
Come, we are going to sit down here, Yniold; sit on my knee; we shall see from here what passes in the forest. I do not see you any more at all now. You abandon me too; you are always at little mother's…. Why, we are sitting just under little mother's windows.—Perhaps she is saying her evening prayer at this moment…. But tell me, Yniold, she is often with your uncle Pélléas, isn't she?
YNIOLD.
Yes, yes; always, little father; when you are not there, little father….