“Certainly I shall not.”
“You are afraid that your eyes might betray what your lips conceal.”
“O, indeed! And what is that?”
“That she is not happy at all. That she is miserable.”
“It is not true.”
“O, Fanchette! Is it not? You professed to be my friend once.”
“Am I not proving my friendship by meeting you like this—by running a hundred risks to save you from the consequences of your own madness?”
“I am indifferent to all consequences, so I may but see her.”
“Well, you have seen her; you have disturbed again the waters that had settled down so peacefully; and now I hope you are satisfied.”
“How can I say? She saw me, as I saw her; but with what result? Do you not know?”