Patricia. I only want to speak to the Conjurer.
[They all withdraw, either at the garden or the other doors. Patricia walks up to Conjurer.
Patricia. You must tell me how you did the trick. You will. I know you will. O, I know my poor brother was rude to you. He's rude to everybody! [Breaks down.] But he's such a little, little boy!
Conjurer. I suppose you know there are things men never tell to women. They are too horrible.
Patricia. Yes. And there are things women never tell to men. They also are too horrible. I am here to hear them all.
Conjurer. Do you really mean I may say anything I like? However dark it is? However dreadful it is? However damnable it is?
Patricia. I have gone through too much to be terrified now. Tell me the very worst.
Conjurer. I will tell you the very worst. I fell in love with you when I first saw you.
[Sits down and crosses his legs.
Patricia. [Drawing back.] You told me I looked like a child and....