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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).
Ah, PAUL!...old PAUL!...EULALIE too!
"One had my Mother's eyes,
Wistful and mild;
One had my Father's face;
All of them bent to me,—
Bent down and smiled!"
(He is asleep!)
M. VIEUXBOIS (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 Cabinet!
LOYAL, L'ÉTOILE ! no more to-day!
Alas! they heed not what we say: