"Come, Sadie dear, revenge is sweet!
Now is our chance to get your mete
Which they have held from you so long,
And did you such a cruel wrong."
Then Sadie spoke: "Trueman, my dear,
There's naught I know for me to fear.
Revenge is sweet, although 'tis queer,
Revenge I get in Paris here."
They carried out their little plot,
And never skipped a single jot.
The eve was fine, the folk were gay,
And not a thing stood in their way.
It was quite late when they arrived
At the mansion of the would-be bride.
As soon as Doctor stepped in sight,
Escorting Sadie—his delight—
Sarah saw the graceful form
And, with one scream, she left the room,
And fell fainting to the floor.
They gently laid her on the couch