_Enter from the château_ THE MARQUISE _and_ MLLE. DE CHÂTEAU-GUI _with_ DE L’ORIENT _and_ DE BUC. DE L’ORIENT (_sings_) _Then spake the king of Ys Above the song and shout, Bring here the golden key That keeps the ocean out!_ THE MARQUISE Monsieur le Baron, My lost fan! YVETTE (_aside_) Oh me! DE VARDES Madame la Marquise, I will give you a fan that’s to my taste; By Watteau painted, mounted by Laudet, Fragile and fine, an Adonis of fans! This that I broke I will keep for myself. [_Pockets the fan._ Forgive the mere accident! YVETTE Ah! SÉRAPHINE (_from the table_) Ah—h—h! LALAIN (_aside_) Gods! If _I_ forgive! THE MARQUISE At Blanchefôret, monsieur, The Watteau, Laudet, Adonis of fans, I’ll take from your hand— DE VARDES I ride there anon, (_Aside._) But not through the Forest of Paimpont And not on the Eve of Saint John. THE MARQUISE Come soon, My garden is sweetest in June. DE L’ORIENT (_sings_) _In Ys they sing no more, In Ys the city old! The waves are rolling o’er The king and all his gold._ MLLE. DE CHÂTEAU-GUI Look at _my_ fan, Monsieur le Baron! [LALAIN _crosses to_ YVETTE. LALAIN Hast thou forgot, hast thou forgot, Yvette, Thy part, thy lot, the very name they give thee? This is Morbec, this is the brazen castle! There are no roses here. YVETTE So generous He was! LALAIN Generous! Oh, well are you called The Right of the Seigneur! YVETTE (_passionately_) Give me not that Detestable name! LALAIN So meek under wrongs— YVETTE Oh! LALAIN So quick to forget— YVETTE Oh! LALAIN _La patrie_— Sworn oaths—the tricolour— YVETTE