No! I have not forgotten it.
I remember, I carefully folded it
And put it in an enameled box
That I had made for it.
[Passionately to Fleur-de-lys, who still frets.
FLEUR-DE-LYS.
Don't swear! Don't swear!
They only swear who deceive!
MADAME ALOISE.
Children, don't quarrel—everything is bright to-day!
Come, my daughter, you must be seen!
The guests are coming! Everything has its turn.
[To the servants.] Light the candles and let the ball begin.
I want everything to be beautiful, to seem as bright as day.
PHŒBUS.
Since we have Fleur-de-lys, nothing is wanting to the ball.
FLEUR-DE-LYS.
Yes, Phœbus—love is wanting! [They go out.