That’s it!
Nanon (looking about her)
So very triste it is in here!
Séraphine
So gay outside! All Nantes is dressed in red!
There’s a procession, and then to-night
We sit in the galleries to hear Lalain!
[Distant music.
Hark to the fife! Formez vos bataillons!—
And your feet keep not time to the music!