“You came last night?”
“Ah, you knew me?”
“Well, Queen Mab?”
She had nothing to say.
“Oh, my dear, my dear,” he asked her, “why are you come?”
“I can't tell you if you don't know.” She looked at him, and he knew.
“You came to me—not because I love you?”
“No, no! Not for that!”
“You are beautiful beyond belief, Queen Mab. And you are the soul of truth. My dear one, do you love me?”
She hung her head, and looked up from under her long lashes. He saw, not heard, her answer.