Northlake.
What’s this,—rebellion? Who’s been here? Hast thou seen any one in this orchard?
Violet.
No one but my Ideal.
Northlake.
That’s too insubstantial.
Violet.
More substantial than thou dreamest.
Northlake.
I’d think thou wast bewitched by love, did I not know thou never hadst a lover.