"It is farewell, then, that you wish," she said hoarsely.

"It is no more and farewell then?
You said it to him"-- she pointed to the other room--"you said it to Jean Jacques, and you say it to me--to me that's given you all I have.

Ah, what a beast you are, George Masson!" "No, Carmen, you have not given me all.

If you had, there would be no farewell.

I would stand by you to the end of life, if I had taken all." He lied, but that does not matter here.
"All--all!" she cried.