Lancéor!... His eyes have opened and closed again and I saw the light bathe in their blue! And here are his hands, which seem to seek mine!... Here they are, Lancéor, here they are in your own, which are no longer frozen!... They dare not leave them, lest they should lose them; and yet I would support your shoulder and embrace your neck which droops upon my breast.... Ah, all the good things are returning and returning together!... I hear his heart beat, I breathe his breath: they took all away from me, but they have given it all back!... Listen to me, Lancéor: I want to see you, I am looking for your face, do not hide your forehead in my hair, which loves you; my eyes love you still more and want their share too!... (_LANCÉOR lifts his head a little._) Oh, he has heard me and listened to me!... He is here, he is here, there is no doubt of it now, he is here, before me, more living than life!... He is here before me and the roses of dawn and the flowers of awakening have brought colour to his cheeks and are covering his smile, for he smiles already as though he saw me!... Ah, the gods are too good!... They have pity on men!... There are skies that open! There are gods of love! There are gods of life!... We must thank them and love one another, since they also love!... Come, come, come to my arms; your eyes still seek me, but your lips find me.... They open at last to call to mine; and mine are here, carrying all love!... [_A pause; she kisses him long and eagerly._ LANCÉOR. (_Recovering consciousness._) Joyzelle.... JOYZELLE. Yes, yes, it is I, it is I; look at me, look!... Here are my hands, my forehead, my hair, my shoulder.... And here are my kisses, which yours recognize!... LANCÉOR. Yes, it is you, it is indeed you, it is you and the light.... And then this room, too, which I saw before.... Wait a little.... What happened to me?... I remember, I remember.... I was lying yonder, yonder, I know not where, before great doors which some one was trying to open.... I was buried and was turning cold.... And then I called to you, I called without ceasing and you did not come.... JOYZELLE. But I did, I came, I was there, I was there!... LANCÉOR. No, you were not there.... I was seized with icy coldness, I was seized with darkness and I was losing my life.... But now it is you!... Yes, yes, my eyes see you, they behold you suddenly as they emerge from the dark.... Scared though they be by the glaring light, it is you they see and I am passing from the tomb to the joy of the sunlight in the arms of love! That seems impossible to one coming from so far!... I must touch you, I must cling to the caresses of your hands, to the light of your eyes, I must seize the real gold of the hair that bears witness to the daylight!... Oh, you could never believe how one loves when dying, nor how I mean to love you after losing you and finding you again!... JOYZELLE. I too, I too!... LANCÉOR.