I think in the arbour in front—[They pass through the small gate into the little garden by the house and into the arbour.] It's my favourite place, I'm less disturbed there than anywhere if, sometimes, I want to read something.
LOTH
It's a pretty place.—Really. [Both sit down in the arbour, consciously keeping at some distance from one another. An interval of silence. Then LOTH.] You have very beautiful and abundant hair.
HELEN
Yes, my brother-in-law says so too. He thought he had scarcely seen anyone with so much—not even in the city … The braid at the top is as thick as my wrist … When I let it down, it reaches to my knees. Feel it. It's like silk, isn't it?
LOTH
It is like silk.
[A tremour passes through him. He bends down and kisses her hair.
HELEN
[Frightened.] Ah, don't. If …