AGNES. [In a whisper, with her head on his breast.] Lucas.
LUCAS. Yes?
AGNES. Isn't this madness?
LUCAS. I don't think so.
AGNES. Oh! oh! oh! I believe, to be a woman is to be mad.
LUCAS. No, to be a woman trying not to be a woman—that is to be mad. [She draws a long, deep breath, then, sitting away from him, resumes her shawl mechanically.]
AGNES. Now, you promised me to run out to the Capello Nero to get a little food.
LUCAS. Oh, I'd rather—
AGNES. [Rising.] Dearest, you need it.
LUCAS. [Rising.] Well—Fortune shall fetch my hat and coat.