"I do! I do!"
Barabant, no longer resisting her weakness, cried:
"But I adore thee, Nicole. I am out of my mind with love for thee!"
He seized her in his arms and kissed her on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the wet eyelids, with all the overpowering, reason-consuming flame of love.
She withdrew from his grasp, and looking him anxiously in the face, said:
"You thought me heartless and capricious, didn't you?"
"I have forgotten."
"But you did."
"Perhaps."