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[_He rises and crosses to the far side of the centre arch._
SHE (_drawing her scarf about her and brushing against him as she pa.s.ses._)
Excuse me, please.
HE (_torrentially_)
You shall not go. You _shall_ listen to me. You have no right to treat me as a plaything when I love you so! I love you so! I love you so! I think of you all day long, I lie awake at night wondering what stars are looking upon you and I find myself envying them--every one of them.
[_She tries to speak, but he presses her head against his shoulder._
I won't listen. You must hear me out. I've waited days and days and days for this chance to speak to you, and you've trailed me about like--like--like a poodle. I'm tired of it because I love you so.
[_She tries to speak again; but succeeds only in mussing her hair._
HE
I want you to marry me, and marry me you shall if I have to carry you away with me. Oh, Genevieve, my darling Genevieve, just know that for this moment I am almost completely happy. You are close to me and I do not feel any struggle against me. Oh, if you will only listen to me, I do not mean to be brutal. I have torn your dress. I have mussed your precious hair.
But I love you so! I love you so!
SHE
Oh, Henry--Henry--You are so wonderful!
[_They embrace one long moment when an arm comes out between the curtains and tugs at his coat._
_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 surrept.i.tiously at the curtains._
_The Boy makes as though to get out._
_He starts violently--shoves the Boy back._
SHE
I saw you first--do you remember--at Poughkeepsie.
HE
Yes, yes--
SHE
I think--I liked you then.... But I never thought you'd be so wonderful.
HE
Let's go (_whispering_). Darling, let's go.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE VERY NAKED BOY]
SHE
No, I want to stay here. I love this nook.
[_He laughs nervously as she crosses to the curtains._
I should love to fill it full of great tall lilies.
[_By this time she has become lyric and swept her arms against the curtains: with a cry, rushing to him for protection._
Henry, there's a man behind those curtains!
HE
I think we'd better go.
SHE
Oh, Henry, you're not going to leave him here.
HE
We'd better.
BOY [_poking his head and a naked arm through the curtains._
Yes, you'd better, because I'm going to get out of here.
SHE
