Virginie
There’s an empty pail beside it. Would you mind filling it for me?
Saint Anthony
With pleasure.
Virginie
You see, I’ll never get all this cleaning done if some one doesn’t help me. And there’s nobody to help me: they’re all losing their heads.... It’s a terrible job, a death in the house! You know that as well as I do. A good thing it doesn’t happen every day.... Monsieur Gustave will make a fuss if everything isn’t clean and shining when his guests come through here.... He’s not easy to please.... And I still have all the brass to do.... There, turn the tap; that’s right.... Bring me the pail.... Aren’t your feet cold? Tuck up your gown or it’ll get wet.... Mind the wreaths; put them on the stool.... That’s right, that’s capital. (Saint Anthony brings her the pail.) Thanks, you’re very kind.... I want one more. (A sound of voices and of chairs being pushed back.) Listen! What’s that? I’ll go and see. (She goes to the glass door.) Hallo, the master has got up! What can it be? Have they quarrelled?... No, the others are eating.... Joseph is filling up the Rector’s glass.... They are finishing the trout.... The master is coming to the door.... Why, I might speak to him as he comes out and tell him that you....
Saint Anthony
Yes, do, please; tell him at once.
Virginie