go out. As they leave, SYLVETTE burst into a rage.] How I hate
that Monsieur Bergamin!

[Enter PERCINET.]

PERCINET. Still here? Ah, I see; you did not want to leave this
sacred spot--

SYLVETTE. [Sitting on the bench to the left] Outrageous!

PERCINET. There is where you saw me, like Amadis, put to flight
thirty of the ruffians!

SYLVETTE. No: ten!

PERCINET. [Going to her] Dearest, what is the matter? Are you
troubled? Your eyes are not so bright as they were. I know!
This marvelous place makes you sad sometimes. Are you sad because
our balcony--our Verona balcony--is destroyed?

SYLVETTE. [Impatiently] Oh, dear!

PERCINET. But does not the wall still exist in our memories? That
wall which cradled our love--

SYLVETTE. [Aside:] Will he never end!

PERCINET. You remember not long ago, you said our story should
be put into a poem?