Yes, yes; I want to see her!
GOLAUD.
Don't make any noise; I am going to hoist you up to the window. It is too high for me, for all I am so big…. [He lifts the child.] Do not make the least noise; little mother would be terribly afraid…. Do you see her?—Is she in the room?
YNIOLD.
Yes…. Oh, how light it is!
GOLAUD.
She is alone?
YNIOLD.
Yes;… no, no; Uncle Pélléas Is there, too.