I—I was looking for a star.
Lady Patricia.
Which star?
Michael.
Arcturus.
Lady Patricia.
But Arcturus is low in the west.
Michael.
How stupid of me!
(They go out. The stage is empty for a moment. The nightingale sings on. Then Baldwin enters—hurriedly for him—up the central ladder. He goes—softly for him—to the summer-house, after carefully looking over the edge of the platform to see that the coast is quite clear. He listens, nods his head, and grins. Then he taps gently on the door and listens again. Receiving no reply, he taps once more and listens. Finally he speaks in a husky whisper.)