It was wrong of us
to love.
SYLVETTE. [Seating herself beside him] Very wrong? [She changes
her tone, as she rises and goes away.] Still, I wish the danger
had been a little more real.
PERCINET. It _was_ real, because we believed it so.
SYLVETTE. No: my abduction, like your duel, was false.
PERCINET. Was your fear false? If you were afraid then, it was
as if you were really being abducted.
SYLVETTE. No, the dear remembrance is gone. All those masks and
torches, the soft music, the duel; it is too cruel to think that
Straforel prepared it all.
PERCINET. But who prepared the spring night? Was that Straforel?
Did he also sprinkle the sky with stars? Did he plant roses, did
he create the gray of evening and the blue mists of night? did he
have anything to do with the rising of that huge pink star?
SYLVETTE. No, of course--
PERCINET. Was it his doing that we were two children of twenty,
on a spring night, and that we loved each other? We loved, that
was the charm--all the charm!
SYLVETTE. All the--? That's true, yet--
PERCINET. A tear? Am I then--forgiven?
SYLVETTE. I have always loved you, my poor dear.
PERCINET. At last I have you again! [He takes SYLVETTE's scarf
and plays with it.
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