ANNETTE. I want to so much. If it won’t bore you. It would make me so happy.
LUCIE. Go on.
ANNETTE. Well, when I was playing duets with Gabrielle—I must tell you that I began by detesting him because he will make fun of everybody. But he’s most kind, really. For instance—
LUCIE. Now keep to the point. When you played duets—
ANNETTE. Yes, I was telling you. When I played duets with Gabrielle he used to come and listen to us. He stood behind us to turn over the leaves: once he put his hand upon my shoulder—
LUCIE. You let him?
ANNETTE. He had his other hand on Gabrielle’s shoulder—it would have been priggish to say anything.
LUCIE. Yes, but with Gabrielle it’s different.
ANNETTE. That’s what I was going to say. My heart began beating so—I got so red, and I had no idea what I was playing. And then, another time—he couldn’t see the music—he stooped right down. But that’s all nothing. We love each other, that’s the whole thing.
LUCIE. And has he told you that he loves you?