MELISANDE. Oh, Jane, Jane! (She sinks into a chair.)
JANE. What, dear?
MELISANDE. Everything.
JANE. Yes, but that's so vague, darling. Do you mean that——
MELISANDE (dreamily). I have seen him; I have talked to him; he has kissed me.
JANE (amazed). Kissed you? Do you mean that he has—kissed you?
MELISANDE. I have looked into his eyes, and he has looked into mine.
JANE. Yes, but who?
MELISANDE. The true knight, the prince, for whom I have been waiting so long.
JANE. But who is he?