(_Aside, to_ TYLTYL.) Be quiet, you will only vex him and he will get out of hand.... It is probably being so close to Light that has upset him; they never did agree.... (_Aloud_.) Come, children, it's time.... Put on your hat, Tyltyl, and turn the sapphire; we shall see what happens: sometimes it works upon people's hearts, sometimes on their minds, sometimes on the objects around them and often on all three; one cannot tell before-hand.... (_He turns the sapphire. The closet brightens with a blue and supernatural light which gives beauty and life to everything in the room; the accessories of Mother Goose seem to wake up: the spindle revolves madly and unreels threads of gold and crystal; the pumpkin swells, sways from side to side and lights up; the Blue Bird bursts into song; the snake-tub bubbles and pours forth fruits and flowers; the moon-coloured and sun-coloured dresses wave and glitter; the columns and aisles gleam with precious stones. But the group of_ GIRLS _especially undergoes a radical and wonderful transformation: their features relax, their eyes open wider, smiles blossom on their lips, their frocks become gay and splendid, innocence, gladness, kindness and beauty bloom once more; and_ TYLTYL, _in an ecstasy, clapping his hands, intoxicated with delight, rushes into the midst of them, giving and receiving kisses and not knowing which of them to listen to_.) TYLTYL They're themselves again, they're themselves again!... How lovely they are, how lovely they are!... Jalline, Milette my darling, Aimette, Belline darling, Rosarelle, Roselle!... They are all as they were before and I love every one of them!... Let us kiss again, again, again!... Oh, let us kiss for ever!... (_At this moment_, THE VEILED GIRL, _who has played no part in the transfiguration or in the general ecstasy, staggers in her corner and, without uttering a sound, falls suddenly and unresistingly, like a statue, and lies motionless, stretched on the floor. Silence, terror and consternation, followed by cries and bustle_; THE GIRLS _rush to her assistance and gather eagerly round her_.) ROSELLE (_Lifting her up_.) Help me, somebody! ROSARELLE She isn't hurt, is she? ROSELLE (_Examining her anxiously_.) No, no, I can't see anything. AIMETTE (_Stroking her forehead_.) She's breathing, she's sighing. ROSARELLE (_Kissing her_.) She has only fainted.... Tell us what you feel.... You're not in pain, dear, are you? MILETTE She doesn't answer. JALLINE (_Taking one of her hands and stroking it_.) Perhaps she's hungry. MILETTE (_Stroking the other hand_.) No, can't you feel? She's cold. JALLINE Will you have my cloak? ROSELLE No, no, it's not that.... What she wants is a drop of brandy.... I haven't my bottle.... And don't all crowd round her, she's suffocating. She wants air!... ROSARELLE