_Enter_ GRÉGOIRE. SÉRAPHINE (_from the statue_) Yvette! Yvette! YVETTE Peace, peace! GRÉGOIRE What have you there? YVETTE A fan. So long I’ve wanted one! GRÉGOIRE A fan, forsooth! You cannot eat a fan, drink it, wear it! YVETTE I would look on’t. One day at Vannes the deputy’s sister Showed me a fan, but it was not like this! Oh, not like this with these wreaths of roses, These painted clouds, this fairy ship! GRÉGOIRE The price Would keep a peasant from starvation! And belike it fell from the lifted hand Of Madame la Marquise de Blanchefôret! [_The fan breaks in_ YVETTE’S _hand_. SÉRAPHINE (_leaving the statue_) Thou evil-starred! YVETTE What have I done? GRÉGOIRE Diantre! Now you will be beaten as well as hanged! YVETTE She called us miserable brigands! _Enter_ DE VARDES. SÉRAPHINE Saint Yves! Saint Hervé! Saint Herbot! DE VARDES (_to_ GRÉGOIRE) Voices? GRÉGOIRE Monseigneur? DE VARDES The fan of Madame la Marquise. GRÉGOIRE Monseigneur? DE VARDES (_perceiving_ YVETTE _and_ SÉRAPHINE) What will you have, good people? SÉRAPHINE Saint Guenolé! Saint Thromeur! Saint Sulic!— He did not see us in the dark last night! [DE VARDES _regards them more closely_. GRÉGOIRE Séraphine Robin—Yvette Charruel— They are not bad folk, monseigneur! SÉRAPHINE No, faith! [DE VARDES _studies the name written upon a playing card which he holds in his hand_. DE VARDES (_to_ GRÉGOIRE) Say to Monsieur the Deputy from Vannes That I await him here. [_Exit_ GRÉGOIRE. DE VARDES _looks intently at_ YVETTE. YVETTE It was so beautiful, The fan—I took it in my hand—it broke! SÉRAPHINE All that she touches breaks! DE VARDES (_to_ YVETTE)