Marguerite: Armand, it's you. It’s not a dream.
Armand: No, it’s not a dream. I’m here. with you in my arms, at last.
M: At last.
A: You're weak.
M: No, no. I'm strong. It's my heart. It's not used to being happy.
A: Oh, but you are. I’ve been down in the street half the night walking back and forth under your window just as I did when I first knew you, wanting to come up, but not daring to. I felt so guilty. I didn't know how you ever were. I've been everywhere trying to forget how much I loved you .But when I came back a week ago, I was still determined to forget you. Forget you. Yes, if I could. Forgive me.
M:I forgive you.
A: And to think ,I couldn't see into this heart I knew so well. And see it was sacrificing itself for me. No good can come to either of us without the other. I know that now.
M:I know that so.
A: Nothing shall ever separate us again. The future is ours. My whole life belongs to you. I'll take you far away from Paris, where there are no unhappy memories for either of us.
A: Where the sun will help me to take care of you and make you well again.We'll go back to the country where we were happy all one summer.
M: Oh, if only we could, if only we could.
A: We can. we will as soon as you're well enough.
M: Well, I'm well now. Take me today...Oh I can't.
A: You'll live, you must live.
M: Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there'll be no stain on our love.