His reply came so quickly, and with a gesture so certain, that she was all upset by it. He took his bearings often, then, from that quarter of the sky. Even in his love he had forgotten nothing. Tears started in the young woman’s eyes. He did not ask her the reason of them, but tried to console her with caresses.
“Edith, I love you so.”
She made a little face to show that she was not deceived.
“More than everything?”
“More than everything.”
“Enough to die for me?”
“Yes.”
“Not more than that?”
“It would not be possible.”
With insatiable ardour she cried out: