Diane. We have the dear lips to kiss, the dear head to caress, but when these are gone there is only memory—and that is torture.
Madame le Bargy. What if I should tell you that Maurice still lives, Diane?
Diane [rushing to her]. Madame! My God, is this true?
Madame le Bargy [gently]. Maurice still lives, Diane. He talks with me every day.
Diane [slowly]. He talks with you....
Madame le Bargy [holding her gaze]. Yes, Diane, he talks with me.
Diane [the hope dies out of her face and she turns away]. I understand.
Madame le Bargy. You see, you did not love Maurice.
Diane. How can you tell me that—that I didn't love him?
Madame le Bargy. Because you don't continue to do so.