Delphine Gérard.
The Actress
Oh, I knew, I knew
The butterfly that touched me was ill luck!
I named it Hope,—it fled, it fled away!
The Abbé
We’re loth to let you go, Delphine Gérard.
The Actress
There is no choice—I have my cue, you see!—
And after all the play’s a tragedy.