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M. VIEUXBOIS (drowsily). “She was an Angel ”...“Once she laughed ”... What, was I dreaming ?
Where's the draught?
BABETTE (showing the empty cup). The draught, M'sieu'?
How I forget! I am so old ! But sing, BABETTE !
M. VIEUXBOIS (Murmuring).
Wistful and mild;
One had my Father's face ;
One was a Child :
Bent down and smiled !” (He is asleep!)
M. VIEUX BOIS (almost inaudibly).
“How I forget !” “I am so old !"...“Good-night, BABETTE !”
EIGHO! how chill the evenings get!
Good-night, NINON!-good-night, Ninette! Your little Play is played and finished ;Go back, then, to your
LOYAL, L’ÉTOILE! no more to-day!
They smile with ardour undiminished;