Because it won't stay open.
GOLAUD.
Who wants it to stay open?—Come, why do they quarrel?
YNIOLD.
I don't know, little father; about the light.
GOLAUD.
I am not talking to you about the light; we will talk of that by and by. I am talking to you about the door. Answer what I ask you; you must learn to talk; it is time…. Do not put your hand in your mouth so;… come….
YNIOLD.
Little father! little father!… I won't do it any more…. [He cries.]