Duchess
Still you and I have proven to each other, with and without intent, the existence of a quality common to the world at large—faithlessness, look you.
[With an almost violent gesture she drags Dea over to Gwymplane and places her hand upon the familiar form.]
Dea
[Feeling with gradually hurrying, hysterical fingers.]
Gwymplane, my love!
Gwymplane
Ah, Dea, yes.
Dea
How wonderful to find you in this terrible nightmare—like a fire flaming up before snow-lost feet.