"Henri, you promised us a month."
"Impossible."
"A week, then, longer."
"Not an hour."
"You are suffering so much, then, poor boy?"
"On the contrary, I have ceased to suffer, and that is why the evil is without a remedy."
"But, at all events, this woman is not made of bronze; her feelings can be worked upon; I will undertake to persuade her."
"You cannot do impossibilities, Anne; besides, even were she to allow herself to be persuaded now, it is I who could no longer consent to love her."
"Well, that is quite another matter."
"Such is the case, however, my brother."