He was twenty-four. He was eager for life. But you two had kept him back. You had warmed his heart with your kind of love until he had begun to think it was the only love which is worthy. Madame le Bargy. And you believe that that isn't so? Diane. I believe that there can be no flame like the love between two young people who are one. Madame le Bargy. Poor little woman. Diane. Madame! Madame le Bargy. You have been suffering a great deal, Diane. Diane. Oh, Madame, how good you are, how kind you are! Oh, how can I ever tell you? Thank you, thank you! What am I going to do with myself? How can I go on? I simply can't stand it. If I had only died with Maurice! If I could only have died in his place! Oh, the cruelty of it! Why did they have to pick out my lover? Surely there are thousands of others. Why did it have to be just mine? Mine—when I needed him so! He might have been spared a little longer, to give me time to get used to it. That would have been better. But now! Just as he was beginning to be of service, too. Why he hadn't been there a year yet. Not even a year! I could tear myself to pieces. I hate myself for going on living. I detest myself for being alive when he is dead. Madame le Bargy. Diane, do you think that I loved my son? Diane. Why, yes, Madame, I believe that you loved Maurice. Madame le Bargy. You think that my love was not as great as yours?

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