There is silence between them for a little. Then he says timidly.
abud. May I come near to you?
ann. [In a low voice.] Come.
He sits beside her, gazing.
abud. Wife . . I never have kissed you.
ann. Shut your eyes.
abud. Are you afraid of me?
ann. We're not to play such games at love.
abud. I can't help wanting to feel very tender towards you.
ann. Think of me . . not as a wife . . but as a mother of your children . . if it's to be so. Treat me so.