Antoinette. Do you expect me to thank you?
Paul (fervently). Does it really make you happy to talk to me in this manner, Antoinette?
Antoinette. Happy or not, what I have vowed before the altar, I shall not fail to keep.
Paul (earnestly and sadly). I am the last person to hinder you, Toinette! But I surely may look at you? Will you forbid that?
Antoinette (struggling with herself). Don't talk to me in this manner!
Paul (excited). Just look into your face, Antoinette, the few moments that remain! Stamp upon my mind how much I have lost! Look into your eyes, just once more! Into your wonderful eyes!
Antoinette (jumps up). Don't talk to me in this manner, I say. I haven't deserved it!
Paul (has also risen, seizes her hand). Antoinette, I have found none of the things that I was seeking. I have been miserably deceived! Are you satisfied now?
[Antoinette sinks back into her chair, begins to sob spasmodically.]
Paul (wildly). Why aren't you glad? (He strides through the hall.)