Godfather and Godmother. I receive it.
A Guest. Look! look! the countess rises from the sofa, and comes slowly forward as if in a dream!
Another Guest. How she reels and totters—poor thing! She is advancing to the infant—how deadly pale she grows!
Third Guest. Shall I offer her my arm? She looks as if about to faint—
Father Benjamin. George Stanislaus! wilt thou renounce the devil and all his works?
Godfather and Godmother. I renounce them.
A Guest. Hush! the countess—look!
Wife (laying her hand softly on the head of the infant). Where is thy father, tell me, George?
Father Benjamin. I beg that the ceremony may not be interrupted.
Wife. Bless thee, George! I bless thee, my son! Become a poet, that thy father may love thee, and never desert thee, George!