‘Twill serve.
The Marquise (giving her handkerchief)
Well, there!—Now tell me of last night.
De Vardes
Last night!
Why, all this tintamarre was but a dream,
Fanfare of fairy trumpets while we slept.
A night it was for love-in-idleness,
And fragrant thoughts and airy phantasy!
There was no moon, but Venus shone as bright;