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288 Oh yes, indeed, Monsieur, The famous one, 'Que Diable allait-il faire?'

Molière has stolen that?

Tut! He did well!…

How went the scene? It told—I think it told?

Ah! how they laughed!

Look you, it was my life To be the prompter every one forgets!

That night when 'neath your window Christian spoke —Under your balcony, you remember? Well! There was the allegory of my whole life: I, in the shadow, at the ladder's foot, While others lightly mount to Love and Fame! Just! very just! Here on the threshold drear Of death, I pay my tribute with the rest,

To Molière's genius, Christian's fair face!

Let them go pray, go pray, when the bell rings…