(Pointing to the folding-doors.) No, that way, in there....
The Rector
(Still more unctuously.) Your Holiness will pardon me if I venture to contradict you, but the corpse, because of the influx of visitors, has been removed to the house opposite, which, I may mention, also belonged to the dear departed.
Saint Anthony
(Pointing to the folding-doors.) She is in there.
The Rector
(More and more unctuously.) Let me beg your Holiness, in order to convince yourself to the contrary, to accompany me for a moment into the street, where you will see the candles and the black hangings....
Saint Anthony
(Imperturbably, still pointing to the folding-doors.) That is where I shall go.