You just came.
GERVASE. Thank you for letting me come.
MELISANDE. And then when I woke up early this morning, the world was
so young, so beautiful, so fresh that I had to be with it. It called
to me so clearly--to come out and find its secret. So I came up here,
to this enchanted place, and all the way it whispered to me--wonderful
things.
GERVASE. What did it whisper, Melisande?
MELISANDE. The secret of happiness.
GERVASE. Ah, what is it, Melisande? (She smiles and shakes her
head). . . . I met a magician in the woods this morning.
MELISANDE. Did he speak to you?
GERVASE. _He_ told _me_ the secret of happiness.
MELISANDE. What did he tell you?
GERVASE. He said it was marriage.
MELISANDE. Ah, but he didn't mean by marriage what so many people
mean.
GERVASE. He seemed a very potent magician.
MELISANDE. Marriage to many people means just food. Housekeeping. _He_
didn't mean that.
GERVASE. A very wise and reverend magician.
MELISANDE. Love is romance. Is there anything romantic in
breakfast--or lunch?
GERVASE. Well, not so much in lunch, of course, but---
MELISANDE. How well you understand! Why do the others not understand?
GERVASE (smiling at her). Perhaps because they have not seen
Melisande.
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