BERTHA [Looks at him and smiles]. Lobsters and poulet.
AXEL [Uncertain]. What are you smiling at?
BERTHA. My thoughts.
AXEL. What are you thinking then?
BERTHA. I am thinking—no, I really don't know—unless it was about the betrothal supper we had together in the Gardens that spring evening when you had wooed—
AXEL. You had wooed—
BERTHA. Axel!—And now it is the last, last time. It was a short summer.
AXEL. Quite short, but the sun will come again.
BERTHA. Yes, for you who can find sunshine in every street.
AXEL. What is there to hinder you from seeking warmth at the same fire?