AUDR. Now that their hearts have been dust all these hundreds of years, what good is it to them that they denied themselves love?
MICH. You think——
AUDR. I think a little love on this earth is worth a good many paradises hereafter. It’s a cold world, hereafter. It chills me to the bone when I think of it! (Shivers a little and comes away from the door.) I’m getting a little cold.
MICH. (placing chair). Sit by the fire.
(She sits near fire, which is blazing up; he goes and closes door.)
AUDR. (putting on some logs). Do I know you well enough to make your fire for you?
MICH. I hope so.
(She sits; he stands above her for some seconds, watching her keenly; a long pause.)
AUDR. You were looking at me. What were you thinking of?
MICH. I was wondering what memories are stored in that white forehead.