The man. Not half a cup!
O, Jesu, I am starved. I did my stint,
And helped the boy, Famette. Can I do that
On half a cup?
Fam. No, Berto, here is more.
Yso. The Gringo does not eat.
Fam. I'll take him this.
[Fills cup from bowl of beans and goes to Chartrien, who is still seated on the step, listless and observing nothing]
Fam. Señor?
Cha. Who spoke? O, you, Famette? No, thanks.
I can not eat. [Turns from her] That's twice I've heard the voice
Of Hernda. Madness creeps, but surely comes.
Fam. [Over his shoulder] You must escape to-night.
Cha. [Facing her] Escape? To-night?
Fam. Here, hold the cup, and eat. Do, sir! We're watched.
To-morrow Coquriez leads you to the woods,
Comes back alone——