HOFFMAN.

Is it not a dream born of fever?
I thought I heard a sigh escape your lips!

(He again touches her shoulder).


OLYMPIA.

Yes.


HOFFMAN.

Sweet avowal, pledge of our love,
You are mine, our hearts are united forever!
Ah! understand you, tell me, this eternal joy
Of silent hearts.
Living, with but one soul and with same stroke of wing,
Rush up to heaven!
Let, let, my flame
Show you the light of day!
Let your soul open
To the rays of love.

(He presses Olympia's hand. She rises and walks up and down, then
exits.)

You escape me?... What have I done.