abud. You are a part of me.
ann. We must try and understand it . . as a simple thing.
abud. But shall I kiss you?
ann. [Lowering her head.] Kiss me.
But when he puts his arms round her she shrinks.
ann. No.
abud. But I will. It's my right.
Almost by force he kisses her. Afterwards she clenches her hands and seems to suffer.
abud. Have I hurt you?
She gives him her hand with a strange little smile.