“I remember—you behaved disgracefully to me. What did I say to you? Did I say I forgave you? Or did I only dream it?”
“Yes—you forgave me,” said Leon to soothe her.
“You promised you would love no one but me. You swore that you loved me, and to make me believe it you gave me proofs.... Is it so or did I dream it?”
“It is quite true.”
“Ah! and you told me you had made up your mind to renounce your errors, and to believe all that I believe. That was not a dream?”
“No, a reality.—You must compose yourself.”
“And then we made it up—was that it?”
“Just so.”
“And loved each other as we used when we were first married.”
“Yes—just so.”