Yes, dear, but this is the twentieth century. He must have a
name.
MELISANDE (dreamily). Through the forest he came to me, dressed in
blue and gold.
JANE (sharply). Sandy! (Struck with an idea) Have you been out all day
without your hat, darling?
MELISANDE (vaguely). Have I?
JANE. I mean--blue and gold. They don't do it nowadays.
MELISANDE (nodding to her). _He_ did, Jane.
JANE. But how?--Why? Who can he be?
MELISANDE. He said he was a humble woodcutter's son. That means he was
a prince in disguise. He called me his princess.
JANE. Darling, how could he be a prince?
MELISANDE. I have read stories sometimes of men who went to sleep and
woke up thousands of years afterwards and found themselves in a
different world. Perhaps, Jane, _he_ lived in those old days, and----
JANE. Did he _talk_ like an ordinary person?
MELISANDE. Oh no, no!
JANE. Well, it's really extraordinary. . . . Was he a gentleman?
MELISANDE (smiling at her). I didn't ask him, Jane.
JANE (crossly). You know what I mean.
MELISANDE. He is coming this afternoon to take me away.
JANE (amazed). To take you away? But what about Aunt Mary?
MELISANDE (vaguely). Aunt Mary? What has _she_ got to do with it?
JANE (impatiently).
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