"Thérèse, it's of no use for us to plan! this horrible bond that connects us will never be broken. It is madness to think of it. My love has withstood everything that can crush a sentiment, everything that can break a heart. You must love me as I am, or else we must die together. Are you willing to love me?"
"It would be of no use for me to be willing to do it; I cannot," said Thérèse. "I feel that my heart is exhausted; I think that it is dead."
"Very well; are you willing to die?"
"It is a matter of indifference to me how soon I die, as you know; but I do not wish you to live or die with me."
"Ah! yes, you believe in the eternity of the ego! You don't want to meet me again in the other life! Poor martyr! I can understand that."
"We shall not meet again, Laurent, I am sure. Each soul goes toward its centre of attraction. Repose summons me, while you will always and everywhere be attracted by the tempest."
"That is to say that you have not earned hell!"
"Nor have you earned it. You will be in another heaven, that is all!"
"What is there left for me in this world, if you leave me?"
"Glory, when you no longer seek love."