A doleful penance for so slight a sin!—
Come; they who nothing venture, nothing win.
Lucienne.
But, mind, we'll only peep from either door;
We might indeed repent if we did more.
Henri.
True, Sister; for a little while we part.
Until the Clock strikes Twelve be stout of Heart.
Henri (kissing her).
True, sister; for a little while we part.
Until the clock strikes twelve be stout of heart.
Lucienne (as they separate).
On kind old Santa Claus to play the spies?
Henri (taking candle from R.).