“I suspect.”
“Because he is in love with Madame, is it not?”
“One could almost swear to it, to observe him.”
“You are mistaken; there is nothing of the kind.”
“It is you who are mistaken, Raoul; I have read his distress in his eyes, in his every gesture and action the whole day.”
“You are a poet, my dear count, and find subject for your muse everywhere.”
“I can perceive love clearly enough.”
“Where it does not exist?”
“Nay, where it does exist.”
“Do you not think you are deceiving yourself, Guiche?”