Come; what are you crying for now? What has happened?
YNIOLD.
Oh! oh! little father, you hurt me….
GOLAUD.
I hurt you?—Where did I hurt you? I did not mean to….
YNIOLD.
Here, here; on my little arm….
GOLAUD.
I did not mean to; come, don't cry any more, and I will give you something to-morrow.