(Moves slightly away from her) Absolutely divine, this stupidity!
(He takes out a notebook, and writes a few words in it)
Miss
What are you doing? (She turns toward him) What are you writing?
Poet
(Softly) Sun, bath, twilight, cloak … so… (He puts the notebook back. Aloud) Nothing… Now tell me, sweetheart, wouldn’t you like something to eat or drink?
Miss
I’m not thirsty, but I am hungry.
Poet