Antoinette. Indeed, my beloved, indeed! Then come the stars. They are finer.
Paul. Do you believe in the stars?
Antoinette. You heretic, I believe!...
Paul. Still believe in heaven and hell?
Antoinette. No longer for us. For us, the stars.
Paul. Do you think so? For us?
Antoinette. For us and lovers such as we are!
Paul. How do you know that?
Antoinette. Since I have you!
Paul. Then I believe it too!