BABETTE
But of a greenness!—Yes, M'sieu'!
And then the sky so blue!—so blue!
And when I dropped my immortelle,
How the birds sang!
[Lifting her apron to her eyes.]
This poor Ma'm'selle!
M. VIEUXBOIS
You're a good girl, Babette, but she,—
She was an angel, verily.
Sometimes I think I see her yet
Stand smiling by the cabinet;
And once, I know, she peeped and laughed
Betwixt the curtains....
Where's the draught?
[She gives him a cup.]
Now I shall sleep, I think, Babette;—
Sing me your Norman chansonnette.
BABETTE [sings]
"Once at the Angelus
(Ere I was dead),
Angels all glorious
Came to my bed;—
Angels in blue and white,
Crowned on the head."
M. VIEUXBOIS [drowsily]
"She was an Angel" ... "Once she laughed" ...
What! was I dreaming?
Where's the draught?