"Yes, you do love him. . . ."
"No! No! No!"
Sylvie stamped on the road.
"It amused me to love him, I did it as a game; but it meant nothing to me, nothing in comparison with you. . . . Why! All a man's kisses couldn't make up for one of your tears. . . ."
Annette was overwhelmed with happiness.
"You mean it? You mean it?"
Sylvie sprang into her arms.
When they had grown somewhat calmer, Sylvie said to Annette:
"Now confess! You loved him, too!"
"Too! Now you see! You admit that you loved him. . . ."