"Are you not jealous?"
"Maurice, to save a friend I feel capable of any sacrifice."
"Thanks, my poor Lorin, and I truly appreciate your devotion; but the best way to console me is to leave me to sate my grief. Adieu! Lorin, go to your Arthémise."
"And you; where are you going?"
"I shall return home."
And Maurice turned toward the bridge.
"You live, then, in the direction of the old Rue Saint Jacques now?"
"No; but it pleases me to go that way."
"To look once again upon the place inhabited by your fair inconstant?"
"To see if she has not returned where she knows I am awaiting her. Ah, Geneviève! Geneviève! I could not have believed you capable of so much deceit!"