CAMILLE. Poor Lucile, do you think you would be strong enough, if ill-fortune—?
LUCILE. Who knows? I might if it were necessary. But I'm afraid for you; you will suffer terribly.
CAMILLE [nervously]. You say that as if you really thought it might happen?
LUCILE [smiling]. You are weaker than I, my hero.
CAMILLE [smiling]. Perhaps. I need love. I can't live alone.
LUCILE. I'll never leave you.
CAMILLE. Never! No matter what happens, let us have everything in common, and let nothing separate us, nothing keep us—[A moment of silence. LUCILE is motionless, her head resting on his shoulder.] Are you asleep?
LUCILE [raising her head]. No. [With a sigh.] God spare us those trials!
CAMILLE [with a skeptical smile]. God?
LUCILE [her cheek against the window, and one arm about CAMILLE'S neck]. Don't you believe in God?