Antoinette. Cruel, cruel man!... Mine after tireless seeking.
Paul. Idol of my heart!... Safe in my arms at last! (Pause. Rapturous embrace.)
Paul (straightens up and looks into her eyes). Is this still sinful, sweetheart?
Antoinette (nods gravely). Still! And will remain so.
Paul (roguishly). Not to be forgiven?
Antoinette (gravely). Not to be forgiven!
Paul. And yet you consent, with all your piety?
Antoinette. I do consent! I have no other choice! (She leans upon his breast.)
Paul (embraces her, then with a sad smile). Never to be forgiven, Antoinette?
Antoinette (gently). Possibly! In heaven.