SYLVETTE. Monsieur—
STRAFOREL. Are you afraid now?
SYLVETTE. Heavens, what a lesson for me!
STRAFOREL. Ha, now you look like a little boarding-school miss.
Tell me, shall we fly together, or shall I go alone?
SYLVETTE. Monsieur—
STRAFOREL. I understand. I see you are strong: we shall go together. I shall throw you across my saddle. No sedan-chair— they are used only in make-believe abductions! I return soon! [He goes up-stage.]
SYLVETTE. Monsieur, let me tell you—
STRAFOREL. I must get my horse and my mantle!
SYLVETTE. [Deeply distressed] Monsieur!!
STRAFOREL. [With a sweeping gesture] We shall travel from land to land. My dream at last. I shall return and take you away, never to return!