O salutaris Hostia!
Quae coeli pandis ostium:
Bella premunt hostilia,
Da robur fer auxilium!
[Above the wall where it is shadowed by a fruit
tree, appear the head and shoulders of Lalain. He
draws himself up to the coping, watches Yvette
for a moment, then swings himself down to the garden.
He has a rose in his hand.
Yvette