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_.