“No . . . Adieu . . .”
“You say nothing! Kiss me!
And he tranquilly turned away.
Chrysis stood rooted to the ground with stupefaction, her mouth open and her head dangling.
“What? What . . . what . . . what do you say?”
“I say adieu,” he said, without raising his voice.
“But . . . but it cannot be you who . . .”
“Yes. I had promised.”
“Then . . . I fail to understand . . .”