MADELEINE. And you didn’t say anything?
ANNETTE. He had his other hand on Gabrielle’s. I should have looked so idiotic.
LUCIE. Gabrielle’s not the same thing.
ANNETTE. Just what I was going to say. My heart beat so hard and I felt my face all scarlet, that I hardly knew what I was playing. Then another time, when he couldn’t follow, he bent right over. Oh, but I can’t tell you everything, little by little. We love one another, that’s all.
MADELEINE. And he has told you that he loves you?
ANNETTE [gravely] Yes.
LUCIE. And you kept all that from me! That wasn’t right, Annette.
ANNETTE. Oh, forgive me; but it came about so gradually, I could hardly say when it began. I said to myself that it couldn’t be true, and when—when we did tell one another what we hadn’t ever said, though we knew it ourselves, then I knew I’d done wrong, only I was so ashamed that I couldn’t tell you about it.
LUCIE [gently] But it was wrong, my little pet.