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 ! M. VIEUXBOIS (murmuring). Ah, PAUL!...old PAUL!...EULALIE too! BABETTE (sings). "One had my Mother's eyes, Wistful and mild; One had my Father's face; All of them bent to me,— Bent down and smiled!" (He is asleep!) M. VIEUXBOIS (almost inaudibly). "How I forget!" "I am so old !"..." Good-night, BABETTE!" H EPILOGUE. EIGHO! how chill the evenings get! Good-night, NINON!-good-night, NINETTE! Your little Play is played and finished ;— Go back, then, to your Cabinet! LOYAL, L'ÉTOILE ! no more to-day! Alas! they heed not what we say: |