"Excuse me, monsieur," said he; "I am half mad, being in love."
"And I also am in love, but I do not think myself mad for that."
Henri grew pale.
"You are in love!" said he.
"Yes, monsieur."
"And you confess it?"
"Is it a crime?"
"But with some one in this street?"
"Yes, for the present."
"In Heaven's name tell me who it is!"