The Uncle. It is because of the damp. Let us all push together. There must be something in the way.
The Father. The carpenter will set it right to-morrow.
The Grandfather. Is the carpenter coming to-morrow.
The Daughter. Yes, grandfather; he is coming to do some work in the cellar.
The Grandfather. He will make a noise in the house.
The Daughter. I will tell him to work quietly.
[Suddenly the sound of a scythe being sharpened is heard outside.]
The Grandfather [with a shudder]. Oh!
The Uncle. What is that?
The Daughter. I don't quite know; I think it is the gardener. I cannot quite see; he is in the shadow of the house.