Lucas She must have gone crazy and what she said astonishes me. You say she doesn't love you and refuses to be a Baroness?
Baron (to Lisette) You have just revived my wrath. Ah, how I ought to kill my love for you. How can you, at your age, have the audacity to give me the lie— me, and look in my face, and tell me that you don't love me?
Lisette (pretending to have a grudge against him)
Yes, I have maintained it to your face, for it is true.
Baron Without doubt, it happened unexpectedly to you, some vapor which disturbed your senses and memory. For how else could I believe that, after the ardent love you've shown me?
Lisette (adding to her simulated scorn)
I never loved you.
Baron Still? I am outraged. You have told me a hundred times, and before your father.
Lisette
I never said it to you.
Baron
She makes me despair.
Lisette (softening)
No, never, or at least—
Baron
At least?