Gas. Your father trusted me.
Rai. He did, he did!—my father! You have been
Long absent, and you bring a troubled eye
Back with you. Gaston! heard you aught of him?
Gas. Whom means my lord?
Rai. (impatiently.) Old man, you know too well—
Aymer, my brother.
Gas. I have seen him.
Rai. How!
Seen him! Speak on.