Lancéor.
Whom?...
Joyzelle.
The woman who has just fled....
Lancéor.
How should I love her?... I had never seen her.... The woman was there; I happened to pass.... She gave a loud scream.... I ran up.... She seemed to have lost her footing and, as I held out my hand to her, she gave me the kiss which you heard....
Joyzelle.
Is it really you speaking?
Lancéor.