He, too, can ride and fence and write 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. SCENE. "GOOD-NIGHT, BABETTE!" "Si vieillesse pouvait !—" -A small neat Room. In a high Voltaire Chair sits a white-haired old Gentleman. 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'! (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 ;— BABETTE (sings). "Once at the Angelus |