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. She smiles a little.)
GERVASE (a little more loudly). Princess!
(She listens and nods to herself, GERVASE steps out into the open.)
GERVASE. Princess!
(She turns round.)