ECRASIA. Come, Arjillax: you at least are still an artist. I adore you.
ARJILLAX. Do you? Unfortunately for you, I am not still a child. I have grown out of cuddling. I can only appreciate your figure. Does that satisfy you?
ECRASIA. At what distance?
ARJILLAX. Arm's length or more.
ECRASIA. Thank you: not for me. [She turns away from him].
ARJILLAX. Ha! ha! [He strides off into the temple].
ECRASIA [calling to Strephon, who is on the threshold of the temple, going in] Strephon.
STREPHON. No. My heart is broken. [He goes into the temple].
ECRASIA. Must I pass the night alone? [She looks round, seeking another partner; but they have all gone]. After all, I can imagine a lover nobler than any of you. [She goes into the temple].
It is now quite dark. A vague radiance appears near the temple and shapes itself into the ghost of Adam.