DURAND [Smiling]. Ah, you child!
THÉRÈSE. Well, what can I do? I haven't anything else to give you.
DURAND. You gave me so much joy as a child that you owe me nothing. Go now, and just give me a loving look as you used to do. [Thérèse turns and throws herself into his arms.] So, so, my child, now all is well. [Thérèse runs out.] Farewell, Annette.
ANNETTE. Are you going away? I don't understand all this.
DURAND. Yes, I'm going.
ANNETTE. But of course you're coming back, papa.
DURAND. Who knows whether he will live through the morrow? Anyway, we'll say farewell.
ANNETTE. Adieu, then, father—and a good journey to you. And you won't forget to bring something home to us just as you used to do, will you?
DURAND. And you remember that, though it's so long since I've bought anything for you children? Adieu, Annette. [Annette goes. Durand hums to himself.]
Through good and evil, great and small,
Where you have sown, others gather all.