stopped close by me, I was able to take you in my eyes, to lock you in my breast like a treasure; I heard your voice, I breathed your fragrance and I lived on that memory for weeks, seeking you, calling you, hovering round the Logis, hoping for a chance meeting. Oh, the delight of it when I saw you from here, one afternoon, and when you came back next day and every day, everyday! I was not sure, but it appeared to me that you saw me ... and then ... that it was just a little because of me that you came back."
"I saw you, yes, I saw you," said Gilberte, without removing her clasped hands from her face.
He asked:
"Are you crying?"
"I am so happy!"
"Happy?"
"Yes, happy because it was you."
"Gilberte," he begged, "I would give worlds to see your tears."
