“My dear,” said I, “I am going to talk plainly to you. You have inflamed my passions and I shall die if you do not make me happy.”
“You do not say that you will die if you chance to make me unhappy.”
“I could not say so, because I cannot conceive such a thing as possible. Do not trifle with me, dear Redegonde, you must be aware that I saw all in the mirror, and I cannot think that you are so cruel as to arouse my passions and then leave me to despair.”
“What could you have seen? I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“May be, but know that I have seen all your charms. What shall I do to possess you?”
“To possess me? I don’t understand you, sir; I’m an honest girl.”
“I dare say; but you wouldn’t be any less honest after making me happy. Dear Redegonde, do not let me languish for you, but tell me my fate now this instant.”
“I do not know what to tell you, but you can come and see me whenever you like.”
“When shall I find you alone?”
“Alone! I am never alone.”