Joyzelle.
(Dismayed.) Lancéor!...
Lancéor.
Why, where do you come from, Joyzelle?
Joyzelle.
I have seen and heard....
Lancéor.
Well, what?... What have you seen?... Look around you: there is nothing to see.... The oleanders are in flower, the water in the basin sleeps, the doves are cooing, the water-lilies are opening their petals: that is all that I see, all that you can see....
Joyzelle.
Do you love her?