Part 19 (1/2)

HOFFMAN (laughing).

Ha, ha, deafer yet Than last year...

FRANTZ.

Monsieur honors me, I am very well, thanks to heaven.

HOFFMAN.

Antonia! I must see her.

FRANTZ.

Very well! what a joy For monsieur Crespel! (He goes out.)

HOFFMAN (sitting before the clavichord).

'Tis a song of love That flies away, Sad or gay; It takes its turn...

ANTONIA (entering suddenly).

Hoffman!...

HOFFMAN (receiving her in his arms).

Antonia!

NICKLAUSSE (aside).

I am one too many, good night.

(He exits.)

ANTONIA.

Ah, I well knew that you loved me still.

HOFFMAN.

My heart told me that I was regretted, But why were we separated?

ANTONIA.

I do not know.