(An energetic VOICE.) "Tis thou, ANTOINE? Ah, Addle-pate! A thousand times! (Great agitation.) But wait, but wait, M. L'ÉTOILE (stupefied). Just Skies! What hideous roar !— What lungs! The infamous Soubrette! This is a turn I sha'n't forget : To make me sing my chansonnette (Retiring slowly.) And yet, and yet,-it can't be she. (A second VOICE.) IT WAS THE ABBÉ TI--RI—LI ! (In a mocking falsetto.) "Where Gods can be mistaken, ✓ THE CAP THAT FITS 'Qui sème épines n'aille déchaux,” SCENE. A Salon with blue and white Panels. Outside, Persons pass and re-pass upon a Terrace. HORTENSE. ARMANDE. MONSIEUR LOYAL. от HORTENSE (behind her fan). NOT young, I think. ARMANDE (raising her eye-glass). And faded, too! Quite faded! Monsieur, what say you? M. LOYAL. Nay, I defer to you. In truth, HORTENSE. Graceful? You think it? What, with hands That hang like this (with a gesture). ARMANDE. And how she stands! M. LOYAL. Nay, I am wrong again. I thought HORTENSE. But you amuse me M. LOYAL. Still her dress,- Her dress at least, you must confess ARMANDE. Is odious simply! JACOTOT HORTENSE. Edged with green!! M. LOYAL. The words remind me. Let me say A Fable that I heard to-day. Have I permission? BOTH (with enthusiasm). Monsieur, pray! M. LOYAL. "Myrtilla (lest a Scandal rise Much on Resource herself she prided- I know not: only this I know;- Prudence,' she felt, was somewhat small; 'Retirement' seemed the Eyes to hide; " Content,' at once, she cast aside. 'Simplicity,'-'twas out of Place; 'Devotion,' for an older Face; Briefly, Selection smaller grew, 'Vexatious!' odious!-none would do! Then, on a Sudden, she espied One that she thought she had not tried: |