(_Showing his hands._) They’ve fastened my hands. VIRGINIE I’ll hold it for you. (_Standing on the threshold, she opens the umbrella to shelter SAINT ANTHONY, who goes out between the two POLICEMEN, followed by the COMMISSARY. The SAINT’S halo shines under the umbrella; and the group moves away over the snow in the garden._) GUSTAVE (_Closing the door._) At last! ACHILLE A good riddance to bad rubbish! GUSTAVE (_Going to the bed._) Well, aunt? ACHILLE What’s the matter with her? She’s sinking, she’s falling back on the bed! THE DOCTOR (_Hurrying forward._) I don’t know.... I’m afraid.... GUSTAVE (_Leaning over the bed._) Aunt, aunt!... Well? THE DOCTOR This time she is really dead. I told you so. GUSTAVE Impossible! ACHILLE But, doctor, look here! Is there nothing to be done? THE DOCTOR Nothing at all, I fear. (_A pause during which all gather round the bed._) GUSTAVE (_The first to recover his self-possession._) What a day!... ACHILLE Hark to the storm!... GUSTAVE After all, we were a little unkind to the poor beggar. If you come to think of it, he really did us no harm! CURTAIN