Yes, yes, come nearer; I love you more dearly than at the happy moment when all united us....
Lancéor.
Ah, I understand that; but the other, the other thing!...
Joyzelle.
What thing?
Lancéor.
I understand that one can find one's love in ruins, that one can gather up its remnants and loves them still.... But where are the remnants of our love? Nothing is left of it; for, before fate struck me as you see, I had crushed out of existence all that it could not destroy.... I have lied and deceived; and, at the very moment when the least lie begins again in a sphere where nothing is wiped out, a fault which love might have pardoned.... Truth is dead in our one heart.... I have lost the confidence in which all my thoughts surrounded your thoughts, even as a transparent water surrounds a still clearer water.... I myself no longer believe in it, I no longer believe in myself; I have nothing pure left into which you can bend to find my shadow; and my soul is even sadder than my body....
Joyzelle.
Did you kiss that woman?...
Lancéor.