The Daughter. There must be some one in the garden; the nightingales have suddenly ceased singing.
The Grandfather. But I do not hear any one coming.
The Daughter. Some one must be passing by the pond, because the swans are ruffled.
Another Daughter. All the fishes in the pond are diving suddenly.
The Father. You cannot see any one.
The Daughter. No one, father.
The Father. But the pond lies in the moonlight....
The Daughter. Yes; I can see that the swans are ruffled.
The Uncle. I am sure it is my sister who is scaring them. She must have come in by the little gate.
The Father. I cannot understand why the dogs do not bark.