Baron [aside].
Ye saints! he's muttering some horrid spell,
Calling some gnome, perchance, with grip of ice,
To shoot me up the chimney in a trice!
[While Gaspard and the Baron regard each other in the dimness with glances of mutual fear, Henri and Lucienne peep forth from doors at R. and L.]
Henri (only perceiving Gaspard at R., and speaking in an excited whisper).
'Tis he! I look on Santa Claus at last.
Lucienne (only perceiving the Baron, her father, at L.).
He's here! And oh, my poor heart beats so fast!
Henri (alluding to Gaspard).
With that large hat, his face I scarce behold.
Lucienne (alluding to the Baron).