[_An old woman speaks to_ YVETTE. THE OLD WOMAN They’ve drowned my son, my sailor son Michel! Oh, oh, my heart! he’s drifting out to sea! YVETTE Poor mother! THE OLD WOMAN Oh, to and fro he sailed, he sailed! The Indies knew him and the Northern Seas! He’d bide at home a bit, then off he’d go, Another voyage make, strange things to see! Then home he’d come and of his travels tell. Oh, oh, my son, my sailor son Michel! [_The old woman passes on._ _Enter_ SÉRAPHINE. SÉRAPHINE I’ve sought her here, I’ve sought her there, in vain! And perilous it is to seek one here! YVETTE Séraphine! SÉRAPHINE Yvette! YVETTE Where is monseigneur? SÉRAPHINE (_weeping_) I know not, I!—Saint Lazaire and Saint Jean! I nursed thee ere thou wast so high! YVETTE Poor Séraphine! Dear Séraphine! SÉRAPHINE Alack! They’re watching there! YVETTE Oh, then away! ‘Tis death to weep for one who dies! Away! SÉRAPHINE (_weeping_) Oh, oh! When thou wast but a little thing Thou hadst the coaxing ways! Alack! Alack! YVETTE Poor Séraphine! SÉRAPHINE Dost mind the sunny path Up the steep cliff to chapel in the woods? YVETTE I mind—I mind—To thy warm hand I clung, A little child. Now I must walk alone! SÉRAPHINE Oh, oh! And thou wast Goddess yesterday, The fairest Goddess ever seen, they say! YVETTE Speak not of that! A VOICE (_calling_) Séraphine! Séraphine! YVETTE It warns, that voice! Adieu, adieu, adieu! Thou must begone! SÉRAPHINE If I do look at thee I’ll stay forever here! Adieu! Adieu!— Oh well-a-day! Oh well, oh well-a-day! [_Exit_ SÉRAPHINE. YVETTE