But I am dead and bleeding in his heart.
The corpse lies there.
LAFFEMAS (coming back).
Alas, the poor old man!
His eyes show plainly how he's suffering!
BRICHANTEAU (low to Saverny).
Who is that surly-looking man in black?
SAVERNY (with gesture of ignorance).
Some friend who's living at the castle?
BRICHANTEAU (low).
Crows
Are also black and love the smell of death.
Keep silence more than ever. 'Tis a face
That's treacherous and evil; it would make
A madman prudent.
[The Marquis de Nangis re-enters; he is still absorbed in a deep reverie. He walks slowly, does not appear to notice any one, and seats himself upon a bank of turf.