“Stay—one moment.”
“I do not wish to see aught.”
“Not even a little?”
“Naught at all.”
“Art angered with me, then?”
“Far from it. If thou hast been pleased, I am glad; and if thou hast filled her with desires, she will love me all the more.”
“What happiness, my angel, could we, all three, be alone together and at liberty!”
“I feel it, but ‘tis impossible.”
“Art sure that we are sheltered from all curious eyes?”
“I am certain.”