ALLADINE.
I am not going out to-night.
ABLAMORE.
We will stay here, since you prefer it so. Yet the air is sweet and the evening very fair. [ALLADINE starts without his noticing it.] I have had flowers set along the hedges, and I should like to show them to you….
ALLADINE.
No, not to-night…. If you wish me to…. I like to go there with you … the air is pure and the trees … but not to-night…. [Cowers, weeping, against the old man's breast.] I do not feel quite well….
ABLAMORE.
What is the matter? You are going to fall…. I will call….
ALLADINE.
No, no…. It is nothing…. It is over….