MÉLISANDE.
No, no; the great window … the great window…. It is to see….
ARKËL.
Is not the sea air too cold to-night? Do it; do it….
MÉLISANDE.
Thanks…. Is it sunset?
ARKËL.
Yes; it is sunset on the sea; it is late.—How are you, Mélisande?
MÉLISANDE.
Well, well.—Why do you ask that? I have never been better.—And yet it seems to me I know something….