Who shall, if not my lord?
GERVASE. Melisande! (He touches her lips with his.)
MELISANDE (breaking away from him). Oh!
GERVASE (triumphantly). I love you, Melisande! I love you!
MELISANDE (wonderingly). Why didn't I wake up when you kissed me? We
are still here. The dream goes on.
GERVASE. It is no dream, Melisande. Or if it is a dream, then in my
dream I love you, and if we are awake, then awake I love you. I love
you if this is Fairyland, and if there is no Fairyland, then my love
will make a faery land of the world for you. For I love you,
Melisande.
MELISANDE (timidly). Are we pretending still?
GERVASE. No, no, no!
(She looks at him gravely for a moment and then nods her head.)
MELISANDE (pointing). I live down there. You will come for me?
GERVASE. I will come.
MELISANDE. I am my lord's servant. I will wait for him. (She moves
away from him. Then she curtsies and says) This afternoon, my lord.
(She goes down the hill.)
(He stands looking after her. While he is standing there, ERN comes
through the trees with breakfast.)
ACT III
(It is about four o'clock in the afternoon of the same day. JANE is
sitting on the sofa in the hall, glancing at a paper, but evidently
rather bored with it, and hoping that somebody--BOBBY, did you
say?--will appear presently.
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