The Grandfather. I have millstones on my eyes! Tell me, girls, what is going on here! Tell me, for the love of God, you who can see! I am here, all alone, in darkness without end! I do not know who seats himself beside me! I do not know what is happening a yard from me!... Why were you talking under your breath just now?
The Father. No one was talking under his breath.
The Grandfather. You did talk in a low voice at the door.
The Father. You heard all I said.
The Grandfather. You brought some one into the room!...
The Father. But I tell you no one has come in!
The Grandfather. Is it your sister or a priest?—You should not try to deceive me.—Ursula, who was it that came in?
The Daughter. No one, grandfather.
The Grandfather. You must not try to deceive me; I know what I know.—How many of us are there here?
The Daughter. There are six of us round the table, grandfather.