"Ah! my friend, I have not your temperament; but why have you concealed from me what you had learned?"
"I wished to be certain, before causing you pain; I had my reasons for doubting the veracity of the wretch’s story, he seemed to take so much delight in slandering that girl; and I fear even now——"
"What! when she herself told me that she would not see me any more, because some insolent villain has forbidden her to? And you think that I will suffer such an outrage? No, I will make this man’s acquaintance. I will see my rival, and he shall have my life, or I will have his."
"Calm yourself, Edouard, reflect before——"
"Reflection is useless; I am determined to fight with the man who has stolen Isaure’s heart from me."
"Who has stolen it from you! That is not quite fair; consider that it is you rather, who have stolen it from him. This man knew Isaure before you did; if anyone has a right to complain, is it not he?"
"Yes, that man knew Isaure; but before he returned to this place, she loved me—at least she swore that she did; every day she seemed to see me with greater pleasure, to part from me with greater regret. It is only since the return of this unknown protector that she spurns me, that she wishes to see me no more. So you see that it is he who has stolen the woman I love from me, it is he who wrecks my life."
"I see that it is utterly impossible to make a man who is in love listen to reason!"
"My friend, my mind is made up; to-night I shall seek out my rival, and he must give Isaure up to me, or take my life."
"Give Isaure up to you! What! are you still willing to give her your name?"