Oh no, no, Lancéor, you have not lost me!...
Lancéor.
Your voice seeks a smile and finds but a sob....
Joyzelle.
Yes, I wanted to smile and I am smiling now.... But do not be surprised: I have wept so long and so desperately that the tears still rise in spite of myself.... Joy was so far away that it could not return with the first kisses.... It will need many before it recovers confidence in my heart; and I am almost sad in the midst of my happiness....
Lancéor.
Oh, my poor Joyzelle!... Is that what your grave silence means?... And I was distressing myself like a stupid child!... I am thinking only of myself, I am drunk with life and understand nothing.... I was forgetting that in your place I should have lost courage.... It is true, you are right, it is you, not I, returning from death; and, when two beings love as we do, the one that does not die is the only one that really dies.... Do not hide your tears.... The sadder you appear, the more I feel that you love me.... Now it is for me to take care of you, now it is for me to call back your soul, to warm your disconcerted hands, to pursue your lips and bring you back to the midst of the happiness which we had lost.... We shall soon be there, since love is our guide.... It triumphs over everything when it finds two hearts that give themselves to it fearlessly and without reserve.... All the rest is nothing, all the rest is forgotten, all the rest withdraws to make way for love....
Joyzelle.
(Staring fixedly before her.) All the rest withdraws to make way for love....