happiness in the world! The world that is freed through me! How happy I am! [They kiss, and for a moment say nothing.]
Camille. You're crying?
Lucile [smiling]. So are you. [The lights in the windows are extinguished.] The lights are out; see the dawn! [The Crowd is heard outside.]
Camille [after a moment's pause]. Do you remember that old English story we read together? About the two children in Verona who were in love in that town?
Lucile [nodding]. Why do you ask?
Camille. I don't know. Who knows what the future holds in store for us?
Lucile [putting her hand over his mouth]. Camille!
Camille. Poor Lucile, do you think you would be strong enough, if ill-fortune—?
Lucile. Who knows? I might if it were necessary. But I'm afraid for you; you will suffer terribly.
Camille [nervously]. You say that as if you really thought it might happen?
Lucile [smiling]. You are weaker than I, my hero.
Camille [smiling]. Perhaps. I need love. I can't live alone.
Lucile. I'll never leave you.
Camille. Never! No matter what happens, let us have everything in common, and let nothing separate us, nothing keep us— [A moment of silence. Lucile is motionless, her head resting on his shoulder.] Are you asleep?
