The Grandfather. Some one had better go and see.
The Uncle. The little one would cause me more anxiety than your wife. It is now several weeks since he was born, and he has scarcely stirred. He has not cried once all the time! He is like a wax doll.
The Grandfather. I think he will be deaf—dumb too, perhaps—the usual result of a marriage between cousins.... [A reproving silence.]
The Father. I could almost wish him ill for the suffering he has caused his mother.
The Uncle. Do be reasonable; it is not the poor little thing's fault. He is quite alone in the room?
The Father. Yes; the doctor does not wish him to stay in his mother's room any longer.
The Uncle. But the nurse is with him?
The Father. No; she has gone to rest a little; she has well deserved it these last few days. Ursula, just go and see if he is asleep.
The Eldest Daughter. Yes, father. [The Three Sisters get up, and go into the room on the right, hand in hand.]
The Father. When will your sister come?