Thérèse [controlling herself] Don't let yourself go. We're not in dreamland. If you keep on saying "I am unhappy," you'll be unhappy.
René. I love you so. Oh, Thérèse, how I love you!
Thérèse [softly] You'll forget me.
René. Never.
Thérèse. Yes. You'll remember me in a way, of course. But you're young. Very soon you'll be able to live, to laugh, to love, to work.
René. My dearest! I don't know what to say. I can't talk of it. I only know one thing—I can't let you go.
Thérèse. But we should be miserable, René.
René. Miserable together!
Thérèse. Think, dear, think. It will be years before you can earn your own living, won't it?
René. But I—