SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. We shall go away, never to return.
SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. My dream is realized. You consent! To-night! If your father objects, so much the worse for him!
SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. Let them follow us—I know how to deal with pursuers.
In some far land, at last, we shall live happily in a little cottage!
SYLVETTE. But I—
STRAFOREL. For I am poor. I have nothing. We shall live on bread soaked in sweet tears!
SYLVETTE. But, I tell you—
STRAFOREL. We shall thrive on misfortune—with you I shan't care for anything else. A tent, perhaps—