THE SERGEANT My Colonel! DE VARDES Well, your report. THE SERGEANT My Colonel, wood and shore we’ve searched since dawn, And twenty bitter rogues we’ve found, no less! They crouched behind the tall grey stones, or lay Prone in the furze, or knelt at Calvaries! Two women remain— [_He stares at_ YVETTE _and_ SÉRAPHINE. SÉRAPHINE O Saint Thégonnec! Saint Guirec! Saint Servan! YVETTE O Our Lady! _Enter_ THE ABBÉ. THE ABBÉ De Vardes, your precious peasants— [_He sees_ YVETTE. Who is here? The De Méricourt, the mænad, I swear! Who wounded De Vardes! YVETTE Oh!— MME. DE VAUCOURT The Egyptian! SÉRAPHINE Monseigneur, monseigneur, she’s none of mine! MLLE. DE CHÂTEAU-GUI The poor girl! SÉRAPHINE Ah, mademoiselle, it is The innocentest creature! THE ABBÉ (_touches_ YVETTE _upon the cheek_) Good-morning, My dear! COUNT LOUIS Hm—m—m!—pretty! THE VIDAME Certainly the gallows Should be thirty feet high. COUNT LOUIS Hm—m—m! Something less, Monsieur le Vidame! LALAIN Diable! DE VARDES (_to the sergeant_) Where are your captives? THE SERGEANT My Colonel, I have them safely here! Ha! you within! [_Enter from the hall of the château soldiers and huntsmen with peasants, men and women; some sullenly submissive, others struggling against their bonds. They crowd the terrace before the great doors. The guests of_ DE VARDES _to the right and left upon the terrace, the stairs, and in the garden_. YVETTE _and_ SÉRAPHINE _beside the statue_; LALAIN _near them_; DE VARDES _with his hand upon the great chair_. MME. DE VAUCOURT Oh, the brigands! COUNT LOUIS (_rubbing his hands_)