GERVASE (getting up). I say, I've been awfully glad to meet you. And I shall never forget the breakfast you gave me. SUSAN. It is friendly of you to say so. GERVASE (hesitatingly). You won't mind my having another one when Ernest comes back--I mean, if Ernest comes back? You won't think I'm slighting yours in any way? But after an outdoor bathe, you know, one does---- SUSAN. Please! I am happy to think you have such an appetite. GERVASE (holding out his hand). Well, good-bye, Mr. Susan, (SUSAN looks at his hand doubtfully, and GERVASE says with a laugh) Oh, come on! SUSAN (shaking it). Good-bye, Mr. Mallory. GERVASE. And I shan't forget what you said. SUSAN (smiling). I expect you will, Mr. Mallory. Good-bye. [He goes off. GERVASE (calling after him). Because it wasn't the moonlight, it wasn't really. It was just _Her_. (To himself) It was just _Her_. . . . I suppose the great Whatsisname would say, "It was just She," but then, that isn't what I mean. (GERVASE watches him going down the hill. Then he turns to the other side, says, "Hallo!" suddenly in great astonishment, and withdraws a few steps.) GERVASE. It can't be! (He goes cautiously forward and looks again) It is! (He comes back, and walks gently off through the trees.) (MELISANDE comes in. She has no hat; her hair is in two plaits to her waist; she is wearing a dress which might belong to any century. She stands in the middle of the glade, looks round it, holds out her hands to it for a moment, and then clasps them with a sigh of happiness. . . .) (GERVASE, his cloak thrown away, comes in behind her. For a moment he is half-hidden by the trees.) GERVASE (very softly). Princess! (She hears but thinks she is still dreaming. She smiles a little.) GERVASE (a little more loudly). Princess! (She listens and nods to herself, GERVASE steps out into the open.) GERVASE. Princess! (She turns round.) MELISANDE (looking at him wonderingly). You! GERVASE. At your service, Princess. MELISANDE. It was you who came last night. GERVASE. I was at your father's court last night. I saw you. You looked at me. MELISANDE. I thought it was only a dream when I looked at you. I thought it was a dream when you called me just now. Is it still a dream? GERVASE. If it is a dream, let us go on dreaming. MELISANDE. Where do you come from? Fairyland? GERVASE. This is Fairyland. We are in the enchanted forest. MELISANDE (with a sigh of happiness). Ah! GERVASE. You have been looking for it? MELISANDE. For so long. (She is silent for a little, and then says with a smile) May one sit down in an enchanted forest? GERVASE. Your throne awaits you. (He spreads his cloak over the log.) MELISANDE. Thank you. . . . Won't you sit, too? GERVASE (shaking his head). I haven't finished looking at you yet. . . . You are very lovely, Princess. MELISANDE. Am I? GERVASE. Haven't they told you? MELISANDE. Perhaps I wondered sometimes. GERVASE. Very lovely. . . . Have you a name which goes with it?