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Half sad, half noble ; features thin;

A little royale on the chin;

And such a pale, high brow. And then,

He is a prince of gentlemen ;

He, too, can ride and fence, and write
Sonnets and madrigals, yet fight

No worse for that

NINETTE.

I know your man.

NINON.

And I know yours. But you'll not tell,-

Swear it !

NINETTE.

I swear upon this fan,

My Grandmother's!

NINON.

And I, I swear

On this old turquoise reliquaire,—

My great,-great Grandmother's !!—

(After a pause.)

I feel so sad.

NINETTE !

NINETTE.

I too. But why?

NINON.

Alas, I know not !

NINETTE (with a sigh).

Nor do I.

"GOOD-NIGHT, BABETTE!"

"Si vieillesse pouvait !—"

SCENE. A small neat Room. In a high Voltaire Chair sits a white-haired old Gentleman.

MONSIEUR VIEUXBOIS.

BABETTE.

M. VIEUXBOIS (turning querulously).
AY of my life! Where can she get?

DAY

BABETTE! I say! BABETTE !—BABETTE !

BABETTE (entering hurriedly).

Coming, M'sieu'! If M'sieu' speaks
So loud, he won't be well for weeks!

M. VIEUXBOIS.

Where have you been?

BABETTE.

Why M'sieu' knows :-

April !... Ville-d'Avray !...Ma'am'selle ROSE!

M. VIEUXBOIS.

Ah! I am old,-—and I forget.

Was the place growing green, BABETTE?

BABETTE.

But of a greenness !—yes, M'sieu' !
And then the sky so blue !-so blue!
And when I dropped my immortelle,
How the birds sang!

(Lifting her apron to her eyes.)

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.

BABETTE (sings).

"Once at the Angelus

(Ere I was dead),

Angels all glorious

Came to my Bed ;-
Angels in blue and white

Crowned on the Head."

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'?

M. VIEUXBOIS.

How I forget!

I am so old! But sing, BABETTE !

BABETTE (sings).

"One was the Friend I left

Stark in the Snow;
One was the Wife that died
Long,-long ago;

One was the Love I lost

How could she know?"

M. VIEUXBOIS (murmuring).

Ah, PAUL!...old PAUL!...EULALIE too!
And ROSE...And O! "the sky so blue !"

BABETTE (sings).

"One had my Mother's eyes,

Wistful and mild;

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