The Grandfather. I am afraid, too, my children. [Here a ray of moonlight penetrates through a corner of the stained glass, and throws strange gleams here and there in the room. A clock strikes midnight; at the last stroke there is a very vague sound, as of someone rising in haste.]
The Grandfather [shuddering with peculiar horror]. Who is that who got up?
The Uncle. No one got up!
The Father. I did not get up!
The Three Daughters. Nor I!—Nor I!—Nor I!
The Grandfather. Someone got up from the table!
The Uncle. Light the lamp!... [Cries of terror are suddenly heard from the child's room, on the right; these cries continue, with gradations of horror, until the end of the scene.]
The Father. Listen to the child!
The Uncle. He has never cried before!
The Father. Let us go and see him!