PERCINET. Very--but what can we do? The greater the obstacles
to be overcome, the sweeter the reward. Sylvette, kiss me!

SYLVETTE. Never! [She jumps down from the bench and runs off a
few steps.]

PERCINET. But you love me?

SYLVETTE. What?

PERCINET. My dear child: I, too, sometimes think of us and
compare you and me with those other lovers--of Verona.

SYLVETTE. But _I_ didn't compare--!

PERCINET. You and I are Juliet and Romeo; I love you to despair,
and I shall brave the wrath of Pasquinot-Capulet and
Bergamin-Montague!

SYLVETTE. [Coming a little nearer to the wall] Then we love?
But how, Monsieur Percinet, has it happened so soon?

PERCINET. Love is born we know not how, because it must be born.
I often saw you pass my window--

SYLVETTE. I saw you, too!

PERCINET. And our eyes spoke in silence.