[THE ABBÉ’S _voice is heard from the doorway_. THE ABBÉ De Vardes! De Vardes! DE VARDES I come! THE ABBÉ The rose awaits!— YVETTE It is too much! DE VARDES Farewell, thou spirit of Paimpont! [_Distant music._ YVETTE Ah, ah! ‘tis worth all else—the Marseillaise! DE VARDES My Duchess Jeanne— YVETTE She is dead: cold and dead! _Aux armes, Citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!_ DE VARDES Perverse and strange! YVETTE I’ll to my beads. Adieu! _Over Ys, the sunken town, When thou sailest look not down, Mariner, mariner!_ DE VARDES What wine hast thou drunken? YVETTE An old wine— _For there dwells a fairy there Will drag thee down by the long hair, Mariner, mariner!_ DE VARDES Oh, thou art too wilful! THE ABBÉ De Vardes! De Vardes! YVETTE (_to the fish in the fountain_) Gold fish, gold fish, how are the fish of Quiberon? DE VARDES Thou sullen witch, adieu! [_Exit_ DE VARDES. YVETTE Monseigneur! ah! He’s gone! He’s gone to meet the fairy queen! He’s for the roses and the dazzling peaks! The seaweed and the furze he’s left behind! He’s left the storm, he’s left the storm and me! [_The convent bell rings._ Toll, toll! as though thou’d toll my soul away! Thou canst not toll him back! Oh, woe is me! [_The nuns sing in the chapel._ VOICES _O salutaris Hostia! Quae coeli pandis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur fer auxilium!_ [_Above the wall where it is shadowed by a fruit tree, appear the head and shoulders of_ LALAIN. _He draws himself up to the coping, watches_ YVETTE _for a moment, then swings himself down to the garden. He has a rose in his hand._