You forgot it? [_Aside._]To whom has he given it? And for whom am I deserted? MADAME ALOISE (_coming up to them and trying to reconcile them_). Heavens! get married! Then you can quarrel. PHOEBUS (_to Fleur-de-lys_). 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._ I swear I love you better Than one could love Venus herself! 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. PHOEBUS. Since we have Fleur-de-lys, nothing is wanting to the ball. FLEUR-DE-LYS. Yes, Phoebus--love is wanting! [_They go out._ PHOEBUS (_watching Fleur-de-lys go out_). She speaks the truth: my heart is sad Even when she is near-- The one I love, the one who fills my soul-- Alas! she is not here. Exquisite creature, To you my love! Oh, dancing shadow, My sweet-voiced dove, Absent, yet with me Wherever I move! She's as bewildering and sweet As is a nest 'mid rushes, Sweet as a rosebud crowned with moss, Sweet as the joy which sorrow hushes. Humble child and virgin proud, Soul that's pure though free! Voluptuous ardors sink abashed Before thy chastity. In the dark night she comes, An angel from the skies; Her forehead veiled by shadows, Flames darting from her eyes. I see her face forever-- Now bright, now dark it seems; But strangely--'tis in heaven I see her in these dreams. Exquisite creature. To you my love! Oh, dancing shadow, My sweet-voiced dove, Absent, yet with me Wherever I move! [_Enter several lords and ladies in gala dress._ SCENE III _The preceding. Viscount de Gif, M. de Morlaix, M. de Chevreuse, Madame de Gondelaurier, Fleur-de-lys, Diana, Bérangère. Ladies, Lords_ VISCOUNT DE GIF. My salutations, noble hostesses! MADAME ALOISE, PHOEBUS, FLEUR-DE-LYS (_bowing_). Good-evening, noble viscount! Forget all care and grief Beneath this hospitable roof. M. DE MORLAIX. Ladies, may God send you Health, pleasure, and happiness! MADAME ALOISE, PHOEBUS, FLEUR-DE-LYS. May Heaven return with interest All your good wishes, my lord! M. DE CHEVREUSE. Ladies, from the bottom of my soul I belong to you, as I do to God! MADAME ALOISE, PHOEBUS, FLEUR-DE-LYS. Kind sir, may our good Lady Come always to your aid! [_All the guests enter._ CHORUS. Come to the festival, come! Page, lordship, and ladyship, come! With flowers in your hand, A joy-seeking band, Come to the festival, come!