"You forgive me for loving you, then?" said he, looking at her tenderly.
"Of course, I'm obliged to, since you say that it will make you die if I forbid you to."
"And you, also, will love me?"
"Oh, I don't know. I loved Ursule very much, however, but you—it wouldn't be the same thing, would it?"
"It would be much sweeter."
"Do you think so?"
"I am sure of it, by what I experience at this moment."
"You are very happy now, then?"
"Yes, very happy; for you are no longer afraid of me, are you?"
"No, I am not afraid of you, but why do you hold my hand like that?"