"Maurice! it is you!" "Yes, little wifie, it is I.

We are restored to each other's arms, you see, after this interval." "Oh, Maurice, how you have frightened me! How could you be so cruel?
Why would you not speak to me ?" "Because it was so sweet to sit in silence and to think that I really had you to myself after all these years, with none to come between.
Ah, little wifie, I have often longed for this hour." "I have wronged you, Maurice; I have wronged you! Forgive me!" "We do not forgive in our family, my darling Francoise.

Is it not like old days to find ourselves driving together?
And in this carriage, too.
It is the very one which bore us back from the cathedral where you made your vows so prettily.

I sat as I sit now, and you sat there, and I took your hand like this, and I pressed it, and--" "Oh, villain, you have twisted my wrist! You have broken my arm!" "Oh, surely not, my little wifie! And then you remember that, as you told me how truly you would love me, I leaned forward to your lips, and--" "Oh, help! Brute, you have cut my mouth! You have struck me with your ring." "Struck you! Now who would have thought that spring day when we planned out our future, that this also was in the future waiting for me and you?
And this! and this!" He struck savagely at her face in the darkness.

She threw herself down, her head pressed against the cushions.