lover for ten pounds, I would have refused. I would have cried
like a child who sees the castle he has been dreaming about
vanish away as he awakens from sleep.

All the same, I wished to know her; it was my only means of
making up my mind about her. I therefore said to my friend that I
insisted on having her permission to be introduced to her, and I
wandered to and fro in the corridors, saying to myself that in a
moment's time she was going to see me, and that I should not know
which way to look. I tried (sublime childishness of love!) to
string together the words I should say to her.

A moment after my friend returned. "She is expecting us," he
said.

"Is she alone?" I asked.

"With another woman."

"There are no men?"

"No."

"Come, then."

My friend went toward the door of the theatre.

"That is not the way," I said.

"We must go and get some sweets. She asked me for some."