Paul. Flower, mademoiselle? You can sell flowers at this hour when it is nearly midnight?
Blanche. There is moonlight, and I have a smile, monsieur. It is my smile which sells the flowers. Does not monsieur agree that it is irresistible?
Paul [uneasily]. Mademoiselle has charm.
Blanche. And I have charms for you. My flowers. Will you not buy a flower, monsieur, and I will pin it to your uniform where it will draw all the ladies' eyes to you when you promenade on the boulevard?
Paul. I do not promenade. I stay here.
Blanche. Here in the Square where it is dull and lonely? But on the boulevards are lights, monsieur, and gaiety, and people promenade because to-night is Christmas Eve.
Paul. Mademoiselle, you're kind. Will you be kind to me and tell me something?
Blanche. What can I tell?
Paul. I am only a peasant and I do not know many things. But you live in the town and you must know. They say, mademoiselle, they have told me, that there are miracles on Christmas Eve.
Blanche. Did you believe them?