Princess. Then I will share it with you.
Jarvis. And you groped your way through this old castle to find me. You are game.
Princess. You faced death, perhaps, for me.
Jarvis. You're trembling—you're frightened—you're cold—your hands are cold!
Princess. Oh, I'm not——
(Jarvis takes Princess to fire; she sits.)
Jarvis. Come over here. You must have been scared to death prowling through the blackness.
Princess. Every nerve of my body is on edge with the happenings of this dreadful place!
Jarvis. Oh, don't cry! Go on, then—cry—cry—cry some more. Just forget you are a Princess and cry, that's it. That's fine. I'll round up this spook tonight for good, and then the vassal's task is done. His fate is in your hands, Highness. What's to become of him? (Love scene.) Don't send me away. I've loved you from the first, and I shall always love you. I'm no Prince or Duke. I know I'm just a plain American citizen, a man—and all the man in me cries out that I love you! Don't send me away.
Princess. You must go.