] What beautiful shades and lights in this
gorgeous satin.
SYLVETTE. What satin?
PERCINET. Oh, nothing! Nothing!
SYLVETTE. But it's only muslin!
PERCINET. [Kneeling and kissing her hand] No, it is everything!
SYLVETTE. [Falling into his arms] See? I know now that poetry
and romance are in the hearts of lovers; they have nothing to do
with other things.
PERCINET. That is true, Sylvette. I have seen what ought to be
poetry and romance, but it wasn't--to me!
SYLVETTE. And what was prepared for and arranged beforehand was
real, though it was contrived for us by others.
PERCINET. We can weave realities on a false frame.
SYLVETTE. How foolish we were to seek elsewhere for romance, when
it was our own hearts!
[STRAFOREL appears, followed by the two fathers, and shows them
SYLVETTE and PERCINET in each other's arms.]
STRAFOREL. Ah!
BERGAMIN. My son! [He embraces PERCINET.]
STRAFOREL. Now do I get my money?
PASQUINOT. [To his daughter] Do you love him?
SYLVETTE. Yes.
STRAFOREL. [To BERGAMIN] Shall I have my money?
BERGAMIN. You shall.
SYLVETTE. [Trembling as she hears STRAFOREL's voice and recognizes
it] But--that voice--the Marquis D'Asta--fior--
STRAFOREL.
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