MELISANDE (content at last). Ah!
GERVASE (solemnly). Now the Princess Melisande was very beautiful. (He lies down on the grass near her, looks up at her and is silent for a little.)
MELISANDE (smiling shyly). May we talk about you, now?
GERVASE. It is for the Princess to say what we shall talk about. If your Royal Highness commands, then I will even talk about myself.
MELISANDE. You see, I don't know your name yet.
GERVASE. I am called Gervase.
MELISANDE. Gervase. It is a pretty name.
GERVASE. I have been keeping it for this morning.
MELISANDE. It will be Prince Gervase, will it not, if this is Fairyland?
GERVASE. Alas, no. For I am only a humble woodcutter's son. One of seven.