They looked at each other and their hearts were full of thought. They had clasped hands without knowing it... Gradually they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, which is fullness... They had confided to each other in an intimacy of the ideal, which already, nothing could have increased, all that was most hidden and mysterious in themselves. They told each other with a candid faith in their illusions, all that love and youth brought to the mind. These two hearts poured themselves out to each other, so that at the end of an hour, it was the young man who had the young girls soul, and the young girl who had the soul of the young man. They enchanted, they dazzled each other... and when they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder and asked him, "What is your name?"