(_Kissing her._) Just you and I. LADY PATRICIA. You and I and the sunset.... (END OF THE FIRST ACT.) THE SECOND ACT SCENE:—_The same, except for an extra ladder which LADY PATRICIA has had built up to the platform on the left. It is a beautiful night in early June. The full moon spreads a network of shadows on the platform, and a few large stars twinkle through the leaves. Suspended from the branches by pieces of silken string attached to nails driven into the trunk of the tree are several elaborate Chinese lanterns. Empty coffee-cups and liqueur glasses stand on two small tables in the background. There are one or two chairs about in addition to LADY PATRICIA’S deck-chair._ (_When the curtain rises, BALDWIN is seen slowly entering on the left. He has a bundle of small candles in his hand. He looks anxiously from lantern to lantern. Suddenly one of them goes out._) BALDWIN. Ho! (_He unfastens the string from the nail and lowers the lantern with deliberation, muttering._) Them little lanterns do burn uncommon quick.... Whoa! (_Fixes fresh candle in the lantern._) Uncommon quick ... drat ’em.... (_Pulls up the lantern._) Whoa! (_While he fastens the string on to the nail LADY PATRICIA’S voice is heard singing divinely in the distance. BALDWIN listens for a moment. The singing ceases. He shakes his head gloomily, glances into the tree, and another lantern goes out._) Ho!... (_He lowers the lantern._) Whoa.... (_Fixing the fresh candle._) They do burn oncommon quick—drat ’em.... (_Pulls up the lantern._) Whoa.... (_After fixing the string, he retires slowly into the shadowy background and stands motionless, staring from lantern to lantern. Suddenly BILL O’FARREL enters hurriedly by the ladder in the centre. He is in evening dress. He does not see BALDWIN, who merely glances at him and then resumes his upward scrutiny. BILL throws himself into LADY PATRICIA’S deck-chair._) BILL. Whew.... safe! (_He lights a cigarette._) (_Suddenly close beneath LADY PATRICIA’S voice is heard singing with desultory beauty. BILL springs to his feet._) Damn! (_He tiptoes cautiously to the edge of the platform and peeps over. The bird-like snatches of song grow nearer._) Damn! (_He crosses softly and quickly to the ladder on the left, and with a scared look over his shoulder, disappears just as LADY PATRICIA, in a gown of shimmering wonder, emerges by the ladder in the centre. She stops singing and looks around._) LADY PATRICIA.