DUENNA (in despair).
We missed the discourse on The Tender Passion!
(Enters house of Roxane.)
ROXANE (going up to Christian).
Oh! here you are!.... Twilight is coming, the air is balmy, and there is nobody about. Let us be seated. Speak. I'm listening.
(She takes a seat on the bench. Christian sits near her. Silence.)
CHRISTIAN.
I love you!
ROXANE (closing her eyes).