He lets go of her as though he had been shot, turns and sees the naked arm and the top of the Boy's head.
BOY (whispering)
Get her out of here!
SHE
Oh, Henry, Henry, have I been cruel to you?
HE (constrained)
We'd better go.
SHE (looks questioningly at him)
Please let's stay here.
[He presses her head against his breast and looks surreptitiously at the curtains.