(He goes over to the table and smiling quaintly
he lifts up the cake with its three burning
candles and carefully places it on the low radiator.
Then he presses a switch on wall nearby
and the lights overhead go out, leaving only the
candles, a desk lamp and the moonlight through
the window to give the shadows life. He laughs
and warms his hands before the candles as he
would before a fire.)
Come, dear, before my fire! By the way, is there a log fire in your dream-house, dear?
Mrs. Ray
(Smiling and fitting in with his fancy)
If you are to be with me, of course.
Professor
Well then we have a blazing fire in both our houses, eh? (He sits beside her on sofa and they gaze at candles.) And how economical fuel is when you dream about it. I’ve got a whole forest waiting to be cut by me, to-morrow, after I’ve worked all morning on my new book.
Mrs. Ray
And I’ve been to the musicale at the Biltmore.