MARCHBANKS (softly, losing himself in the music of the name). Candida, Candida, Candida, Candida, Candida. I must say that now, because you have put me on my honor and truth; and I never think or feel Mrs. Morell: it is always Candida.
CANDIDA. Of course. And what have you to say to Candida?
MARCHBANKS. Nothing, but to repeat your name a thousand times. Don't you feel that every time is a prayer to you?
CANDIDA. Doesn't it make you happy to be able to pray?
MARCHBANKS. Yes, very happy.
CANDIDA. Well, that happiness is the answer to your prayer. Do you want anything more?
MARCHBANKS (in beatitude). No: I have come into heaven, where want is unknown.
(Morell comes in. He halts on the threshold, and takes in the scene at a glance.)
MORELL (grave and self-contained). I hope I don't disturb you. (Candida starts up violently, but without the smallest embarrassment, laughing at herself. Eugene, still kneeling, saves himself from falling by putting his hands on the seat of the chair, and remains there, staring open mouthed at Morell.)
CANDIDA (as she rises). Oh, James, how you startled me! I was so taken up with Eugene that I didn't hear your latch-key. How did the meeting go off? Did you speak well?