A sharp knife, Babette, for these teal––a duck should be cut, not torn.
He examined it, and, to his horror, found that it had been beaten out by the broom of Babette.
Babette was a very fine maid and he should like to see her again.
Babette walked into the room, caught the eye of the mistress, and winked and smiled.
Thirty-two years have I had this bed, wedded and single, Babette!
“And you must not come in, Mr Vanslyperken,” replied Babette, pushing him back.
"And Gus," added Babette jealously, finding her voice to defend her lover.
As to Blaise and Babette the song says that their pangs of love were never-ending.
"Babette is at Interlaken, many days' journey from hence," he said to himself.
"Perhaps you may be right," he rejoined, for he was thinking of Babette.
