Poet
No, I’d rather stay near you.
(Caressing her)
Miss
But hadn’t you better light the lamp?
Poet
Oh, no… The dim light is so restful. We were as if bathed in sunbeams all day. Now we’ve just climbed out of the bath and slipped on … the twilight like a bathrobe—(Laughs) No—that ought to be expressed differently… Don’t you think so?
Miss
I don’t know.
Poet