He—…!
YNIOLD.
Ah! ah! little father! you have hurt me!…
GOLAUD.
It is nothing; be still; I will not do it any more; look, look,
Yniold!… I stumbled; speak lower. What are they doing?—
YNIOLD.
They are not doing anything, little father; they are waiting for something.
GOLAUD.
Are they near each other?