PERCINET. [Kneeling and kissing her hand] No, it is everything!
SYLVETTE. [Falling into his arms] See? I know now that poetry and romance are in the hearts of lovers; they have nothing to do with other things.
PERCINET. That is true, Sylvette. I have seen what ought to be poetry and romance, but it wasn't—to me!
SYLVETTE. And what was prepared for and arranged beforehand was real, though it was contrived for us by others.
PERCINET. We can weave realities on a false frame.
SYLVETTE. How foolish we were to seek elsewhere for romance, when it was our own hearts!
[STRAFOREL appears, followed by the two fathers, and shows them
SYLVETTE and PERCINET in each other's arms.]
STRAFOREL. Ah!
BERGAMIN. My son! [He embraces PERCINET.]
STRAFOREL. Now do I get my money?