I can only offer you the shadow; your nature will some day cry out for the substance.
Bill.
Not it!
Lady Patricia.
Ah, if only I had the strength and courage to bid you good-bye for ever!
Bill.
I shouldn’t go.
Lady Patricia.
Ah, Bill!...
(She invites his caress with a beautiful movement. Kneeling beside her, he gathers her in his arms and kisses her. At that moment Baldwin enters, carrying a saw and a pair of shears. They are blissfully unconscious of his presence. He glances at them with complete indifference, then comes down looking carefully at the sky on the right, his head dodging from side to side as though he were spying for something among the branches.)