PARIS [passionately]. There's but a moment of life left me. I shall stifle it in ecstasy. Helena, Helena, I adore you!
HELENA [jumping up in high surprise]. You're not making love to me, you naughty boy?
PARIS. Helena!
HELENA. You've spoken to me so little, and already you dare to do that.
PARIS [impetuously]. I am a lover of life. I skip the inessentials.
HELENA. Remember who I am.
PARIS. I have not forgotten. Daughter of Heaven. [Suddenly he leaps to his feet.] Listen!
HELENA. Shhh! That's the King and Analytikos in the library.
PARIS. No! No! Don't you hear the flutter of wings?
HELENA. Wings?