LUCIE. You love him so much?
ANNETTE. If we were not to be married, I should die.
LUCIE. No; you wouldn’t. Have all the little girls who said that died?
ANNETTE. But there is nothing to prevent us, is there?
LUCIE. No, no.
ANNETTE. And when is it to be? Did you talk of that?
LUCIE. My dear, my dear, what a state you’re in! You really must be less nervous.
ANNETTE [restraining herself] Yes, sweet, yes; I’m a little crazy.
LUCIE. I think you are.