Then out he goes,
A-weeping hard—Jehan—into the night.
Ouf! how it blew!—
The sea ran high, he met it in the dark,
Was drowned! Yvonne went with the ebb. Behold
Yvette!
[Séraphine retreats to the table, where she furtively
drinks from a half-emptied wineglass. Lalain follows
her and the two talk together.
De Vardes