"We ought to think ourselves very fortunate," said she, "for if it had not been for chance, we should have been in a fine state now."
"Yes, and I should be in despair."
"I don't doubt it, and you would be all the more wretched as I should never complain to you."
"I only see one way of providing against such a misfortune. When I have been unfaithful to you I will punish myself by depriving myself of the pleasure of giving you proofs of my affection till I am certain that I can do so without danger."
"Ah! you would punish me for your faults, would you? If you love me as I love you, believe me you would find a better remedy than that."
"What is that?"
"You would never be unfaithful to me."
"You are right. I am sorry I was not the first to think of this plan, which I promise to follow for the future."
"Don't make any promises," said she, with a sigh, "it might prove too difficult to keep them."
It is only love which can inspire such conversations, but unfortunately it gains nothing by them.