human
No! no!--not here! she whispered hoarsely, but yet clinging to him with shaking hands.
gpt
It is so cold, so dark. I have fear,
human
It is like a tomb,
gpt
The tomb of my hopes, of my youth,
human
Shall I strike a light?
gpt
No, no,--no light, I implore you. _Ecoute_! What is it that I hear?
human
I hear nothing. It is the wind in the Red Oak outside.
gpt
But listen!
human
It is an owl hooting.
gpt
All is as it used to be?
human
Precisely, he answered;
gpt
Here is the cabinet, she said, from across the room.
human
I can feel the lion's head. It is opposite to the window and the moonlight will stream in when the casement is opened, but if I crouch low I shall not be seen. _Bien_! And you, _mon ami_? Tell me, is the old _escritoire_ still to the left of the door?
gpt
The _escritoire_?
human
The little table where one writes. Ah! yes, it is here. See, behind this, _mon ami_, shall you hide yourself. The moonlight will not reach here--and it is so arranged that you will see plainly any one that appears at the window. When the casement is opened, you will shoot, will you not, and shoot to kill?
gpt
Yes, I will shoot,
human
You promise me?
gpt
I tell you, yes.
human
You must not fail.
gpt
No. Shall I shoot at any one who opens?
human
Any one?--it will be Bonhomme,--no other.