AMADEUS (near the door and speaking rather shyly)
It's a question whether it can please you as much as it does me.
CECILIA (holds out her hand to him)
AMADEUS (takes her hand and kisses it; then he seats himself) Tell me all about it.
CECILIA
What am I to tell? I haven't left anything untold—or hardly anything.
AMADEUS
Well....
CECILIA
Getting home every night—and it was quite late at times, as you know—I sat down and wrote to you. I wish you had been equally explicit.