It is the mourners’ wail for him.
Aym. And she—
His sister—heard you—did they say she wept?
[Hurrying away.
Rai. (indignantly.) All the deep stirring tones of honour’s voice
In a moment silenced!
[Solemn military music.
(A funeral procession, with priests, &c., crosses the background to enter the church.)
Rai. (following Aymer and grasping his arm.)
Aymer! there—look there!