Camille1936

Marguerite:
Baron de Varville is not a patient man. And you're in the mood to quarrel with him tonight.

Armand:
Naturally you don't want to lose your rich admirer, I understand. Your own fortune would fall with him.

Marguerite:
Armand, he's not to blame for what happened - that I swear.

Armand:
Then how could you do what you did? I'll tell you. Because your heart is a thing that can be bought and sold. Yes, I know you gave it to me for a whole summer, but when it came to a choice, the jewels and carriages he could give you were worth more than my love, my devotion, my life.

Marguerite:
Yes, that's true. I'm a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me. For that reason alone, I beg you leave this place at once.

Armand:
I will. I will on one condition - that you'll go with me.

Marguerite:
No.

Armand:
I came back to Paris to tell you that I despise you, and I do. But I love you too. [She falls limp back into his arms]

Marguerite:
No.

Armand:
Say you'll go away with me, we'll forget the past. We'll never turn back.

Marguerite:
No, no.

Armand:
I doubled my fortune tonight at his expense. And when that's gone, I'll work, I'll beg, borrow, I'll steal, but I must be with you always, always.

Marguerite:
When I hear you talking such a future, I realize I'm right in doing what I did. Look. Do you suppose we could ever be happy together even if I were free to act as I choose?

Armand:
But you are free. We're both free.

Marguerite:
I've given a solemn promise never to return to you.

Armand:
To whom?

Marguerite:
To someone that had the right to ask you.

Armand:
To the Baron de Varville?

Marguerite:
[painfully lying] Yes.

Armand:
Then you do love him. Dare to tell me that you love him. You're free of me forever.

Marguerite:
I love him.