His wig is powdered and his moustache bristles.]
SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. I learned your story from a man named Straforel. I
felt at once a mad, unreasoning love for the victim of that
unfortunate affair.
SYLVETTE. Marquis!
STRAFOREL. Don't be afraid of me. That fellow who played the
trick on you--I killed him!
SYLVETTE. Killed him!
STRAFOREL. With a single blow!
SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. I understand you, you who have never been understood.
You want romance, do you not? Romance at any price?
SYLVETTE. But, Marquis--
STRAFOREL. To-night we elope!
SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. We shall go away, never to return.
SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. My dream is realized. You consent! To-night! If your
father objects, so much the worse for him!
SYLVETTE. Monsieur!
STRAFOREL. Let them follow us--I know how to deal with pursuers.
In some far land, at last, we shall live happily in a little cottage!
SYLVETTE. But I--
STRAFOREL. For I am poor. I have nothing. We shall live on bread
soaked in sweet tears!
SYLVETTE. But, I tell you--
STRAFOREL. We shall thrive on misfortune--with you I shan't care
for anything else. A tent, perhaps--
SYLVETTE.
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