Camille1936

Marguerite:
Are you following me?

Armand:
Yes, you, well you did smile at me a moment ago, didn't you?

Marguerite:
Well, you tell me first whether you smiled at me or at my friend [Olympe].

Armand:
What friend?

Marguerite:
You didn't even see her?

Armand:
No.

Marguerite:
That's very nice.

Armand:
I was just wondering if you'd ask me to sit down if I knocked at the door of the box.

Marguerite:
Why not? We really seemed fated to meet this evening, didn't we?

Armand:
Fate must have had something to do with this. I've hoped for it so long. You don't believe me.

Marguerite:
No.

Armand:
The first time I saw you was a year and a half ago. You were in an open carriage and dressed in white. I saw you get out and go into a shop in La Place de la Bourse.

Marguerite:
Yes, it might have happened. I used to go to a dressmaker in La Place de la Bourse.

Armand:
You were wearing a thin dress with miles of ruffles, a large straw hat, an embroidered shawl, a single bracelet and heavy gold chain. And, of course, the camellias at your waist.

Marguerite:
You have a marvelous memory, haven't you?

Armand:
The next time was at the Opera La Comique. You were sitting in a box with a fur coat on, and Gaston - a chap whom I know who knows you, said Marguerite's been ill. And it hurt me. Next time...

Marguerite:
Well, tell me, if all you say is true, why have you never spoken to me before?

Armand:
In the first place, I didn't know you.

Marguerite:
You didn't know me tonight.

Armand:
No, but after you smiled at me, I knew you wouldn't mind.

Marguerite:
And now, since you've met me?

Armand:
Now I know that I love you - and have loved you since that first day.