“ I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me. This is a little drunken... I am saying to myself here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere. I remember your saying – you could fool me, I wouldn't know it – when I walk along the boulevards and think of that. I can't fool you – and yet I would like to. I mean that I can never be absolutely loyal – it's not in me. I love women, or life, too much – which it is, I don't know. But laugh, I love to hear you laugh. You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance – no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you – even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me. ”
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