(…) ‘A sad distraction, for happiness isn’t found in it.’ ‘But is it ever found?’ she asked. ‘Yes; one day it comes,’ he answered. ‘It comes one day,’ repeated Rodolphe, ‘one day suddenly, and when one is despairing of it. Then the horizon expands; it is as if a voice cried, ‘It is here!’ You feel the need of confiding the whole of your life, of giving everything, sacrificing everything to this being. There is no need for explanations; they understand one another. They have seen each other in dreams!’
