MICH. No, but wasn’t it a little—imprudent?
AUDR. Oh, I must do mad things sometimes, just to preserve my general balance of sanity. Besides, my boat will be here in ten minutes.
(Pause.)
AUDR. How strange we should be here alone!
MICH. The only two beings on this island—we two!
AUDR. And our two souls.
MICH. I wish you wouldn’t jest with sacred things.
AUDR. I won’t. (Suddenly, impulsively.) I want to be good! Help me to be good! You think I’m foolish and light and frivolous! Well, perhaps I am, but when I’m with you I’m capable of anything, anything—except being an ordinary, average, good woman.
MICH. But isn’t that all that is required of a woman?
AUDR. Perhaps. It’s rather a damnable heritage, isn’t it? And I’m not a barn-door fowl.