She looked at him kindly, shook his hands vigorously, and said:
"Friends?"
"Friends!" said he, shaking her hand.
"You will think of Corinette when she is gone? You won't be angry with the
Frenchwoman for not being serious?"
"And Corinette won't be angry with the barbarous Teuton for being so stupid?"
"That is why she loves him … You will come and see her in Paris?"
"It is a promise … And she—she will write to him?"
"I swear it … You say: 'I swear.'"
"I swear."
"No, not like that. You must hold up your hand." She recited the oath of the Horatii. She made him promise to write a play for her, a melodrama, which could be translated into French and played in Paris by her. She was going away next day with her company. He promised to go and see her again the day after at Frankfort, where they were giving a performance.