I have played you an evil turn." She sank on one of the benches and fumbled, with the strings of her mask.
"So: the dream vanishes; the fire becomes ashes.

Is it really you, Gabrielle?
Has not the wine turned the world upside-down, brought you here only in fancy?
This night is truly some strange dream.

I shall wake to-morrow in Paris.

I shall receive a note from you, bidding me bring the latest book.

The Chevalier will dine with his beautiful unknown.