Their white it stays for ever, Their red it never dies: It trembles to a lily, It wavers to a rose. The ladies of St. James's! The ladies of St. James's They have their fits and freaks; They smile on you-for seconds, They frown on you-for weeks; But Phyllida, my Phyllida! Come either storm or shine, From Shrove-tide unto Shrove-tide, Is always true-and mine. My Phyllida! my Phyllida! I care not though they heap The hearts of all St. James's, "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) Day of my life! Where can she get? BABETTE (entering hurriedly) Coming, M'sieu! If M'sieu' speaks 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 ! (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 Came to my Bed;— 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; Long,-long ago; One was the Love I lost... How could she know?" M. VIEUXBOIS (murmuring) Ah, PAUL!... old PAUL!... EULALIE too! "I am so old!... "Good night, BABETTE!" THE BALLAD OF THE ARMADA King Philip had vaunted his claims; He had sworn for a year he would sack us; With an army of heathenish names He was coming to fagot and stack us; Like the thieves of the sea he would track us, |