"Come, come," said Jacques, "you are weakening already: I knew you would."
"Jacques, my dear," cried Gervaise, "take me back to the house."
"Gervaise, Gervaise," said the student, "this isn't what you promised me."
"Jacques, I will never reproach you again, or say a word about it. I loved you because you took my fancy, that's all."
"Alas!" said the student, "this is what I feared; but it's too late."
"How too late?"
"You came here to accuse me, and accuse me you must."
"Never, Jacques, never: you didn't seduce me, Jacques; I was a flirt."
"Nonsense!" cried the student.
"Besides," added Gervaise, lowering her eyes, "one can be seduced but once."