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NINON (touching her cheek suspiciously.) Has he a scar on this side ?
Hush ! Someone is coming. No; a thrush: I see it swinging there.
NINON. Shall I? Then mine has black, black hair. . . I mean he should have ; then an air
Half sad, half noble ; features thin ;
I know your man.
I swear upon this fan,My Grandmother's !
And I, I swear
NINETTE! I feel so sad.
“Si vieillesse pouvait !-".
Scene.—A small neat Room. In a high Voltaire Chair
sits a white-haired old Gentleman.
M. VIEUXBOIS (turning querulously).
BABETTE! I say ! BABETTE !--BABETTE !
BABETTE (entering hurriedly).
Why M'sieu' knows :-
This poor Ma'am'selle !
M. VIEUXBOIS. You're a good girl, BABETTE, but she,She was an Angel, verily. Sometimes I think I see her yet Stand smiling by the cabinet ; And once, I know, she peeped and laughed Betwixt the curtains .
Where's the draught? (She gives him a cup.) Now I shall sleep, I think, BABETTE ;Sing me your Norman chansonnette.