Helena [not comprehending him]. That's very pretty. Say it again.
Paris [passionately]. There's but a moment of life left me. I shall stifle it in ecstasy. Helena, Helena, I adore you!
Helena [jumping up in high surprise]. You're not making love to me, you naughty boy?
Paris. Helena.
Helena. You've spoken to me so little, and already you dare to do that.
Paris [impetuously]. I am a lover of life. I skip the inessentials.
Helena. Remember who I am.
Paris. I have not forgotten, Daughter of Heaven. [Suddenly he leaps to his feet.] Listen!
Helena. Shhh! That's the King and Analytikos in the library.
Paris. No! No! Don't you hear the flutter of wings?