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 surreptitiously 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. [Illustration: 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 _Bob!_ You get your clothes on! BOY I told Mr. Gordon to get my clothes. SHE Mr. Gordon-- BOY Call him Henry--just once--please, Genevieve. HE (_stiffly_) I'll get your clothes. Where are they? BOY In my room. HE What do you want? BOY Everything. SHE (_straightening up_) Don't be common, Robert. [_He starts for the door._ HE No, I'm not going. SHE Hen--Mr. Gordon!... Very well. I'll go! HE No, you won't go either! SHE Please! BOY Well, I'll go.