Paul. No, sweetheart, tell me!
Antoinette. Try to recall, dear. What did you do when your mother gave us bread and cake.
Paul. I took the bread first, is that what you mean, and then finished up with the cake.
Antoinette (shakes her finger at him). Kept the cake for the end, you crafty fellow!
Paul (is forced to laugh). Kept the best part for the end! Yes that's what I did.
Antoinette (on his breast). Just wait, you rogue. Now I'll make you answer. Tell me, what am I now, bread or cake!
Paul. My last, my best, my all, that's what you are to me!
Antoinette. There can be no joy beyond this. Shall we become old and gray and withered? Come, my dear, come!
Paul (looks at her for a long time). Do you know of what you remind me now?
Antoinette. Of what, Paul?