Well, well, her mother was as fair as she!

Clarice de Miramand, long-dead Clarice!

Her hair was golden too.—Old times, old times!

And now it is De Vardes and the Marquise!

[Count Louis, Mlle. de Château-Gui, and De

L’Orient walk up and down beneath the trees. De

L’Orient sings.

De L’Orient

Mignonne, Mignonne!

The red rose fades away!