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“GOOD NIGHT, BABETTE.”
“ Si vieillesse pouvait!”
MONSIEUR VIEUXBOIS. BABETTE.
Betwixt the curtains. . . Babette! I say! Babette !—Babette!
Where's the draught?
(She gives him a cup.) BABETTE (entering hurriedly).
Now I shall sleep, I think, Babette;
“Once at the Angelus . Where have you been?
(Ere I was dead),
Angels all glorious
Came to my bed ;-
Angels in blue and white
Crowned on the head."
M. VIEUXBOIS (drowsily).
“She was an angel.”... “Once she Ah! I am old,—and I forget.
laughed.” .. Was the place growing green, Babette?
What, was I dreaming?
Where's the draught? But of a greenness!-yes, M'sieu’!:
BABETTE (showing the empty cup). And then the sky so blue !--so blue!
The draught, M'sieu'?
How I forget! This poor Ma'am'selle! I am so old! But sing, Babette!
Stark in the snow;
Long,—long ago ;