Marcel. Oh, the happiness of others! Well, let's have no bitterness.
Madeleine. No, you might feel remorse!
Marcel. Oh, Madeleine, why am I not the guilty one this time? You are always so beautiful!
Madeleine. Your fault! You should have kept what you had!
Marcel. I thought you were tired of me.
Madeleine. You will never know what I suffered; I cried like an abandoned shopgirl!
Marcel. Not for long, though?
Madeleine. Three months. When I think I once loved you so much, and here I am before you so calm and indifferent! You look like anybody else now. How funny, how disgusting life is! You meet some one, do no end of foolish and wicked and mean things in order to belong to him, and the day comes when you don't know one another. Each takes his turn! I think it would have been better—[Gesture from Marcel.] Yes—I ought to try to forget everything.
Marcel. That's all buried in the past! Wasn't it worth the trouble, and the suffering we have to undergo now?
Madeleine. You, too! You have to recall—!