Susan, (SUSAN
looks at his hand doubtfully, and GERVASE says with a laugh) Oh, come
on!
SUSAN (shaking it). Good-bye, Mr. Mallory.
GERVASE. And I shan't forget what you said.
SUSAN (smiling). I expect you will, Mr. Mallory. Good-bye.
[He goes off.
GERVASE (calling after him). Because it wasn't the moonlight, it
wasn't really. It was just _Her_. (To himself) It was just _Her_. . . . I
suppose the great Whatsisname would say, "It was just She," but then,
that isn't what I mean.
(GERVASE watches him going down the hill. Then he turns to the other
side, says, "Hallo!" suddenly in great astonishment, and withdraws a
few steps.)
GERVASE. It can't be! (He goes cautiously forward and looks again) It
is!
(He comes back, and walks gently off through the trees.)
(MELISANDE comes in. She has no hat; her hair is in two plaits to her
waist; she is wearing a dress which might belong to any century. She
stands in the middle of the glade, looks round it, holds out her hands
to it for a moment, and then clasps them with a sigh of happiness. . . .)
(GERVASE, his cloak thrown away, comes in behind her. For a moment he
is half-hidden by the trees.)
GERVASE (very softly). Princess!
(She hears but thinks she is still dreaming.
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