Upon the road before me as I ride.
Yvette
Oh, fare you well beneath the silver moon
As slow you ride beside a lady’s coach,
Discoursing of the dazzling, snowy heights!
I kiss your hand, monseigneur! Fare you well!
[The Abbé’s voice is heard from the doorway.
The Abbé
De Vardes! De Vardes!
De Vardes