[Exeunt De Vardes, De L’Orient, and Grégoire.
The church darkens. Yvette moves to the choir
step.
Yvette
Oh, love in my heart! Oh, splendour and light!
The bow in the sky, the bird at its height!
The glory and state of the angels bright!
[She kneels and stretches out her arms to the altar.
Oh, mother of sorrows!
CURTAIN