Yes, yes, I know.... Forgive me, forgive me, I will soon-- _A loud, somewhat hoarse voice of a girl comes from the dark._ GIRL Tell me how I can find my way to Lonua! _Exclamations of surprise._ MAURICE Who is that? JEANNE Emil, it is that girl! _Laughs._ She is also like a rabbit! DOCTOR _Grumbles._ What is it, what is it--Who? _Throws the light on the girl. Her dress is torn, her eyes look wild. The peasant is laughing._ PEASANT She is here again? CHAUFFEUR Let me have the light! DOCTOR Very well! GIRL _Loudly._ How can I find my way to Lonua? EMIL GRELIEU Maurice, you must stop her! My child, my child! Doctor, you-- CHAUFFEUR Put down the lantern! The devil take this! GIRL _Shouts._ Hands off! No, no, you will not dare-- MAURICE You can't catch her-- _The girl runs away._ EMIL GRELIEU Doctor, you must catch her! She will perish here, quick-- _She runs away. The doctor follows her in the dark._ PEASANT She asked me, too, how to go to Lonua. How am I to know? Lonua! _The girl's voice resounds in the dark and then there is silence._ EMIL GRELIEU You must catch her! What is it? You must! MAURICE But how, father? _They listen. Silence. Dull cries of a mob resound. Jeanne breaks into muffled laughter._ MAURICE _Mutters._ Now he is gone! Oh, my God! CHAUFFEUR _Triumphantly._ Take your seats! Ready! MAURICE But the doctor isn't here. Oh, my God! Father, what shall we do now? CHAUFFEUR Let us call him. Eh! _Maurice and the chauffeur call: "Doctor! Eh! Langloi!"_ CHAUFFEUR _Angrily._ I must deliver Monsieur Grelieu, and I will deliver him. Take your seats! MAURICE _Shouts._ Langloi! _A faint echo in the distance._ Come! Doctor! _The response is nearer._ PEASANT He did not catch her. You cannot catch her. She asked me, too, about the road to Lonua. She is insane. _Laughs._ There are many like her now. EMIL GRELIEU _Imploringly._ Jeanne! JEANNE But I cannot, Emil. What is it? I cannot understand. What is it? Where are we? My God, I don't understand anything. I used to understand, I used to understand, but now--Where is Pierre? _Firmly._ Where is Pierre? MAURICE Oh, will he be here soon? Mother dear, we'll start in a moment! JEANNE Yes, yes, we'll start in a moment! But I don't understand anything. Where are we? Why such a dream, why such a dream? I can't understand! Who has come? My head is aching. Who has come? Why has it happened? _A mice from the darkness, quite near._ JEANNE _Frightened._ Who is shouting? What a strange dream, what a terrible, terrible, terrible dream. Where is Pierre? MAURICE Mother! JEANNE I cannot! _Lowering her voice._ I cannot--why are you torturing me? Where is Pierre? EMIL GRELIEU He is dead, Jeanne! JEANNE No!!! EMIL GRELIEU