No, no, it is the sun rising behind the wall.... It is the innocent sun, the good May sun, which has come to delight us.... Open, then, open quickly: each minute that passes adds its dangers to the dangers which you fear.... A single movement, Joyzelle; a turn of your hand; and you really open the gates of life to me! (Joyzelle turns the key; the gate opens; Lancéor crosses the threshold.)
Lancéor.
(Taking Joyzelle in his arms.) Joyzelle!...
Joyzelle.
I am here!...
Lancéor.
I hold your hands and your eyes, your hair and your lips, in the same kiss and at the same moment, all the gifts of love which I have never had and all its presence!... My arms are so surprised that they cannot carry them; and my whole life cannot contain them.... Do not turn away your face, do not draw back your lips!...
Joyzelle.
It is not to escape you, but to be closer to you....
Lancéor.