"Ah! I suspected you, Violette, I accused you! I know that I was wrong; will you forgive me for thinking you guilty?"
"Yes, I forgive you, for appearances were against me; and even now you have only my word for a proof of my innocence."
"That is enough, and hereafter I want nothing else."
"But I should like right well to force the man who slandered me to tell the truth."
"Let us not talk of that now; I am so happy! I was dying of ennui away from you, dear Violette. If you knew how I love you!"
"Mon Dieu! Georget, I realized that I loved you too, since your desertion caused me so much pain and unhappiness."
"Dear Violette! what joy! you love me, you tell me so! there is no one on earth happier than I am."
"And I am very happy too."
"I am eighteen years old now, Violette, and I can marry you."
"We have time enough, my dear, now that we are sure that we love each other; can we want anything more?"