Colors the roofs and the towered gateways once again is born.
I feel the freshness of the breeze. Open the window!
(tête-d'or opens it.
(Prolonged silence.
Tête-d'or: Can you hear me?
(Pause, cébès turns his eyes towards him and faintly smiles.
Tête-d'or: Can you hear me still?
"Put the table under the tree for we shall eat out of doors."—How beautiful the night is!
O Cébès, everything is hushed and there is no voice to break the stillness.
And like the smell of the cupboard in which the bread is kept and like the breath of the oven when the door of it is opened,