Yes, yes!…
YNIOLD.
She is pale, little father.
GOLAUD.
Ah! ah!… patience, my God, patience!…
YNIOLD.
What, little father?
GOLAUD.
Nothing, nothing, my child.—I saw a wolf go by in the forest.—Then they get on well together?—I am glad to learn they are on good terms.—They kiss each other sometimes—No?…