Both treated their arrival with inexplicable indifference, which called forth a feeling of sadness in Yura.

But mamma stirred and said: "Let me go.

I must go." "Remember," said father, referring to something Yura did not understand but which resounded in his heart with a light, gnawing alarm.
"Stop.

Aren't you ashamed ?" mother laughed, and this laughter made Yura feel still more alarmed, especially since father did not laugh but maintained the same serious and mournful appearance of Gulliver pining for his native land....
But soon all this was forgotten, for the wonderful festival had begun in all its glory, mystery and grandeur.

The guests came fast, and there was no longer any place at the white table, which had been deserted but a while before.