MELISANDE (awed). Is it true? (They are silent for a little, happy to be together. . . . He looks back at her and gives a sudden little laugh.) What is it?
GERVASE. Just you and I—together—on the top of the world like this.
MELISANDE. Yes, that's what I feel, too. (After a pause) Go on pretending.
GERVASE. Pretending?
MELISANDE. That the world is very young.
GERVASE. We are very young, Melisande.
MELISANDE (timidly). It is only a dream, isn't it?
GERVASE. Who knows what a dream is? Perhaps we fell asleep in Fairyland a thousand years ago, and all that we thought real was a dream, until now at last we are awake again.
MELISANDE. How wonderful that would be.
GERVASE. Perhaps we are dreaming now. But is it your dream or my dream, Melisande?