Let little Noni sleep.

But I am not sleeping, I am here.
Why, then, didn't you ask me: 'Mariet, how was it possible that your husband, Haggart, should kill Philipp' ?" Silence.

Desfoso, who has returned and who is agitated, decides: "Let her speak.

She is his wife." "You will not believe, Desfoso," says Mariet, turning to the old fisherman with a tender and mournful smile.

"Desfoso, you will not believe what strange and peculiar creatures we women are!" Turning to all the people with the same smile, she continues: "You will not believe what queer desires, what cunning, malicious little thoughts we women have.