Angelica—Why, lovingly—(she pauses).
Jean—You did not mean to say that? Then say it now and mean it! Dear one, why be so shy of me? I love you and always have loved you; you know it! You love me,—it must be so. Let us enjoy it. What else have we worth talking of in all The Darker Realm? Come, tell me!
Angelica—Yes, dear Jean, I am listening.
Jean—And with all the loving that lives and burns in me, I will listen to everything you have in your heart. If it is your thought, I love it, no matter what it is.
Angelica—Then listen, listen with the heart! (She seats herself more comfortably by his side and raising her forefinger to enforce what she says, begins.) When I have stood on the bridge in the Center of Blind Alleys and gazed down into the water that flows and flows so black and ceaselessly below, I have seen—
Jean—Well, what then? Some of your visions, with robes of red and hair of gold color, and walls of opal?
Angelica—There, now! You said you would listen believingly!
Jean—I will, I will! My heart is here.
Angelica—But I want head, too.
Jean—Teasingly grasping one! You want too much.