SYLVETTE. A tent?
STRAFOREL. Of nothing at all—just the stars!
SYLVETTE. Oh, I—
STRAFOREL. Why, you're trembling—possibly you don't want to go so far away? Then we shall hide somewhere—
SYLVETTE. But, Monsieur, you are mistaken!
STRAFOREL. Let people say what they will!
SYLVETTE. Good Heavens!
STRAFOREL. I shall spend every moment of my time telling you how
I love you!
SYLVETTE. Monsieur—
STRAFOREL. Ours shall be a long life of poetry. And I shall be furiously jealous!