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- No! - Don't say that. - Ladies, I deny you the right to laugh! - And we deny you the right of talking seriously.

- It's pure truth. - What would the truth be?

A most serious thing: In Paris, they're falling in love.

A fashion is raging in the great elegant world: Sentimental Love.

Pay him no heed. Sentimental love?! Nonsense! One lives in haste.

“Do you want me?” “I want you.” “It's done!”

- Her behavior is revolting. - Poet, forgive me. In my house, the abnormal is the norm. You, go!

I'm returning to my work, since no one wants my opinion.

- Now then, you were saying? - The fashion is glances, furtive embraces, kisses, sighs, nothing more.

- Love! - Oh, heavens. - I suffer! - I swoon! - I give in!

- I'm dying! Console me, poet! - I languish all over! - Assist me, fortune! - Give me moonlight… - And a Musset verse!

- Don't joke. - The fashion interests you? - Maybe a little. Go on.

The sickness, let's call it an epidemic, or better yet a folly, causes total destruction in the feminine world.

It's a subtle germ that whirls in the air. It takes you by surprise and the heart has no defense.

It's a subtle germ that whirls in the air? It takes us by surprise? No one can save himself, the snare is so dark!

Never! Not one girl?

- Not one girl. Not even Doretta. - Doretta? Who is that?

My new heroine is a dear little woman who was seized by the sickness, and whom I have immortalized in my latest song.

- We want to hear it! Don't make us beg. - You could suffer from it.

I order you to sing. And you there, silence!

The poet Prunier, glory of the nation, deigns our ears with a new song.

- The subject? - Love!

- That's a somewhat faded theme. - Love is always new! Come, poet!

I'll do my best…

Who could guess the beautiful dream of Doretta? No one has ever discovered her mystery.

One fine day the king wishes to approach the girl. “If you believe in me and yield, I will make you rich!”

“Ah, child! Sweet enchantment! Your vain fears, your warm tears, will now vanish!”

“No, my sire, I don't weep! But I will remain as I am, for money can't buy happiness!”

- Why not go on? - I lack an ending. If you come up with one, I cede you my glory!

The conquest tempts me, as does the simple story.

Who could guess the beautiful dream of Doretta? Why did its mystery end?

Alas! One day a student kissed her on the mouth, and that kiss was a revelation: It was passion!

Mad love, mad intoxication! Who will ever be able to describe the subtle caress of such an ardent kiss?

- Delicious! Exquisite! - Ah, my dream! My life!

Of what importance are riches if at last, happiness has blossomed? Oh golden dream, to be able to love like that!

At your feet all the graces of spring!

- Now, don't make fun of me. - Again, exquisite! - What art! - What delicacy! - What warmth!

- What, you too? The “practical” man? - The current sweeps one along!

Give Prunier credit for our ruination.

It's not me! There is a romantic devil in the depths of every soul, which is stronger than me, you, everyone!

- No! My devil sleeps. - What a shame. Why?

- I arm myself with holy water and defeat him. Here! - For me?

Of course! My intention was to offer it to you before dinner. I forgot about it, but the occasion has been invented on purpose.

- I have but one answer: I don't change my opinion. - I'm not asking you to.

The Doretta of my imagination doesn't get upset, but truly, it seems the real one is yielding…

Excuse me, listen a moment. That gentleman came again.

I told him “Relax, wait.” He said “I've been walking around on the street for an hour, waiting for a word. Let him tell me if he cannot!”

I've not understood a single word!

- That gentleman that I told you was looking for you a while ago… - Well?

- He won't move, he won't quit. - So?

- He's come back seven times already! - Seven times?

Seven! I repeat: He won't quit, he'll be back in a minute.

Forgive me, Magda, will you allow me to receive here the son of one of my childhood companions? He's been waiting two hours for me.

- Two hours! - Why, go ahead. Make yourself at home here.

Thank you. Tell him to come in.