Which you have not committed?... Then I did not see what I saw nor hear what I heard?...
Lancéor.
No.
Joyzelle.
Lancéor!...
Lancéor.
Lancéor! Lancéor!... If you called me by my name for a thousand years and more, it would alter nothing in what was nothing!...
Joyzelle.
I do not know what is passing between your happiness and mine.... Oh, look at me and touch my hands, that I may know where you are!... Oh, if you speak like that, then it was not you whom I saw this morning in the wonderful garden where I gave away my soul!... No, there is something that is mocking our strength.... It is not possible that all is thus lost because of a single word.... I am seeking, I am all astray.... I saw you, then, and saw all truth and all trust, as one suddenly sees the sea between the trees!... I was sure, I knew.... Love did not deceive me.... It deceives me now!... It cannot be that all this should crumble away for a yea or a nay.... No, no, I will not have it!... Come, it is not too late; we have not yet lost our happiness.... It is all in our hands, which close upon it.... What you have just done was mad, perhaps.... I forget it, I laugh at it, I saw nothing, I tell you!... It does not exist: you can wipe it out with a word.... You well know, as I do, that love has words which nothing can resist and that the greatest fault, when confessed in a loyal kiss, becomes a truth more beautiful than innocence.... Speak that word to me; give me that kiss; confess the truth, confess what I saw, what I heard; and all will again become pure as it was and I shall recover all that you gave me....
Lancéor.