That is the effect of doubt. Then you no longer believe in me?
I
I believe in you.
Instantly, things recovered their magical appearance, and I was happy again. I gently pressed Elise's arm, and she looked at me with tenderness.
Meanwhile, the two young friends, who were walking before us, had come upon the steps of the Museum. We followed them. They examined in silence the cold nudity of all those women of stone, but sometimes I heard them laugh.
ELISE
And so these are your women.
I
They are not our women. These figures represent our ideal of the goddesses.
ELISE