LADY. Don't tell it me. I can see it—in your eyes.
STRANGER. For I read it in yours! Well, I couldn't repeat it, because it has no words. Only scent, and colour. If I were to, I should destroy it. What's unborn is always most beautiful. What's unwon, most dear!
LADY. Quiet. Or, our guests will leave us.
(They do not speak.)
STRANGER. This is happiness—but I can't grasp it.
LADY. See it and breath it; for it can't be grasped.
(They do not speak.)
STRANGER. You're looking at your little room.
LADY. It's as bright green as a summer meadow. There's someone in there. Several people!
STRANGER. Only my thoughts.