XXXVIII

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XXXVIII

“Princesse, mon ange!”⁠—“Pachette!”⁠—“Aline!”

“Who would have thought it? As of yore!

Is it for long?”⁠—“Ma chère cousine!”

“Sit down. How funny, to be sure!

’Tis a scene of romance, I vow!”

“Tania, my eldest child, you know”⁠—

“Ah! come, Tattiana, come to me!

Is it a dream, and can it be?

Cousin, rememb’rest Grandison?”

“What! Grandison?”⁠—“Yes, certainly!”

“Oh! I remember, where is he?”⁠—

“Here, he resides with Simeon.

He called upon me Christmas Eve⁠—

His son is married, just conceive!”