MARGARET (half aloud)
He loves me—loves me not.
FAUST
Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!
MARGARET (continues)
He loves me—not—he loves me—not— [plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.]
He loves me!
FAUST
Yes!
And this flower-language, darling, let it be
A heavenly oracle! He loveth thee!
Know'st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee?
[He seizes both her hands.]