Kiss each other, little father?—No, no,—ah! yes, little father, yes; yes; once … once when it rained….
GOLAUD.
They kissed?—But how, how did they kiss?
YNIOLD.
So, little father, so!… [He gives him a kiss on the mouth, laughing.] Ah! ah! your beard, little father!… It pricks! it pricks! it pricks! It is getting all gray, little father, and your hair, too; all gray, all gray, all gray…. [The window under which they are sitting is lighted up at this moment, and the light falls upon them.] Ah! ah! little mother has lit her lamp. It is light, little father; it is light….
GOLAUD.
Yes; it is beginning to be light….
YNIOLD.
Let us go there too, little father; let us go there too….