SOPHY (has seated herself by his side).
We were walking along the willows, where the pine-thicket is, under the rock, in the Dell—
FORESTER (violently).
Don't mention that—
SOPHY.
How you start! It was at sunset; and as I looked around, something was coming out from under the pines—so red. I—frightened—For God's sake, I say, why, that is blood!
[FORESTER throws down his spoon and rises.]
SOPHY.
Then the evening glow was reflected in the water.—But what is the matter with you?