Man. [Approaching.] Permit me, sir, to—
Lar. Ah! No—no—no. He has blood upon him! See—see—see—
Mar. Grandfather, dear grandfather! Do not regard him, [To Manuel.] he is often thus—his great age—and—and—oh, sir, pray retire; join my mother, I beg of you.
Man. Certainly, Mademoiselle. [Aside.] A good beginning, truly.
[Exit.
Mar. Grandfather, dearest, what terrible thoughts are troubling you? See, it is I, Marguerite, your child.
Lar. Eh! my child! Ah, yes, true, my child, my own dear child; but where is—are we alone? Who stood there just now?
Mar. That was our new steward, Monsieur Manuel.
Lar. Manuel—Manuel—'tis very strange! I thought—
Mar. What, dear grandfather?