"I!" cried Jacques in amazement. "I seduced you, Gervaise?"
"Alas! yes, that is the word: seduced, monsieur, shamelessly seduced by your fine words, by your false promises."
"By my fine words and false promises?"
"Yes. Didn't you tell me I was the prettiest girl in the whole quarter of Saint-Germain des Prés?"
"I tell you that now."
"Didn't you say that, if I didn't love you, you should die of love?"
"Do you think I said that? It's strange I don't remember it."
"While, on the contrary, if I did love you, you would marry me."
"Gervaise, I didn't say that. Never!"
"You did say it, monsieur."