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Well, as to that, he must be tall,
NINON (touching her cheek suspiciously.) Has he a scar on this side?
Someone is coming. No; a thrush:
Then he must fence, (ah, look, 'tis gone!)
Shall I? Then mine has black, black hair... I mean he should have; then an air
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
No worse for that
I know your man.
And I know yours. But you'll not tell,—
I swear upon this fan,
And I, I swear
On this old turquoise reliquaire,—
My great,-great Grandmother's !!
(After a pause.)
I feel so sad.
"Si vieillesse pouvait !—"
SCENE.-A small neat Room. In a high Voltaire Chair sits a white-haired old Gentleman.
M. VIEUXBOIS (turning querulously).
BABETTE! I say! BABETTE !—Babette !
BABETTE (entering hurriedly).
Coming, M'sieu'! If M'sieu' speaks
Where have you been?
Why M'sieu' knows:
April !... Ville-d'Avray !......Ma'am'selle ROSE!
Ah! I am old,-and I forget.
Was the place growing green, BABETTE?
But of a greenness !—yes, M'sieu' !
(Lifting her apron to her eyes.)
This poor Ma'am'selle!
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;—