The Father. Yes, child; open the window a little. I begin to feel the want of air myself. [The girl opens the window.]
The Uncle. I really believe we have stayed shut up too long.
The Grandfather. Is the window open?
The Daughter. Yes, grandfather; it is wide open.
The Grandfather. One would not have thought it was open; there was not a sound outside.
The Daughter. No, grandfather; there is not the slightest sound.
The Father. The silence is extraordinary!
The Daughter. One could hear an angel tread!
The Uncle. That is why I do not like the country.
The Grandfather. I wish I could hear some sound. What o'clock is it, Ursula?