MELISANDE. For so long. (She is silent for a little, and then says with a smile) May one sit down in an enchanted forest?
GERVASE. Your throne awaits you. (He spreads his cloak over the log.)
MELISANDE. Thank you. . . . Won't you sit, too?
GERVASE (shaking his head). I haven't finished looking at you yet. . . . You are very lovely, Princess.
MELISANDE. Am I?
GERVASE. Haven't they told you?
MELISANDE. Perhaps I wondered sometimes.
GERVASE. Very lovely. . . . Have you a name which goes with it?
MELISANDE. My name is Melisande.
GERVASE (his whole heart in it). Melisande!