花儿竟然没有指责他，小王子感到很惊奇。他举着罩子，不知所措地鹄立在那边。他不明白她为甚么会如许和顺温馨。
“我想熟谙胡蝶，以是忍耐不了两三只毛毛虫的存在是不可的。传闻那些胡蝶看起来非常斑斓。如果没有胡蝶和毛毛虫，另有谁来看我呢？你就要到远方去了。至于大植物，我并不怕，我有我的爪子。”
"Goodbye," he said again.
但是花儿没有回应。
"I have been silly , " she said to him, at last. "I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy..."He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all bewildered, the glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet sweetness.
"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you― you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy... let the glass globe be. I don’t want it any more.""But the wind―"
The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.
The little prince also pulled up, with a certain sense of dejection, the last little shoots of the baobabs. He believed that he would never want to return. But on this last morning all these familiar tasks seemed very precious to him. And when he watered the flower for the last time, and prepared to place her under the shelter of her glass globe, he realised that he was very close to tears.