Poet
(Comes quickly upstairs and runs toward her. She in the meantime has gone to bed, and extinguished the light. He locks the door)
Actress
So, now you may sit down beside me, and tell me a story.
Poet
(Sits down on the bed beside her) Hadn’t I better close the window? Isn’t it too cold for you?
Actress
Oh, no!
Poet
Now, what shall I tell you?