HE. Because you have changed the world for me. It's as though I had been groping about in the dark, and then—sunrise! And there's a queer feeling here. (He puts his hand on his heart.) To tell the honest truth, there's a still queerer feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's a gone feeling, if you must know. And my knees are weak. I know now why men used to fall on their knees when they told a girl they loved her; it was because they couldn't stand up. And there's a feeling in my feet as though I were walking on air. And—
SHE. (faintly) That's enough!
HE. And I could die for you and be glad of the chance. It's perfectly absurd, but it's absolutely true. I've never spoken to you before, and heaven knows I may never get a chance to speak to you again, but I'd never forgive myself if I didn't say this to you now. I love you! love you! love you! Now tell me I'm a fool. Tell me to go. Anything—I've said my say. . . . Why don't you speak?
SHE. I—I've nothing to say—except—except that I—well—(almost inaudibly) I feel some of those symptoms myself.
ME. (triumphantly) You love me!
SHE. I—don't know. Yes. Perhaps.
HE. Then kiss me!
SHE. (doubtfully) No. . . .
HE. Kiss me!
SHE. (tormentedly) Oh, what's the use?