Yes. And perhaps von Wolf's "Concealment," and something by Brahms. "No more to meet you, was my firm decision...." AMADEUS Yes, I was just holding it in my hand. (_As if casually, and very dryly_) So you went for a walk with Sigismund after all? CECILIA Yes. He sent his regards to you. AMADEUS (_smiling_) Did he? (_As he brings the music sheets to the piano_) Why doesn't he come here instead? CECILIA One of the things I like about him is that he won't. AMADEUS Is that so?--Oh, well!--I'll send him my regards, too. But it's really too bad that he won't come here any more. It was very nice to hear him play his waltzes--those evenings were really very pleasant.... I just happened to mention them to the Countess this afternoon. CECELIA Oh, you did?--And I have just seen her picture. AMADEUS Her picture? CECILIA I went with Sigismund to the Art Gallery. AMADEUS Oh.--They tell me it's a great success. CECILIA It would be a wonder if it were not. The artist spent six months on it, they say.... AMADEUS Is that too much for a good picture? CECELIA No, but for the Countess.--She will probably sing Philine pretty well, by the way. AMADEUS You think so? I fear you are mistaken.... (_Pause_) Well, Cecilia, what were you talking of to-day--you and Sigismund? CECILIA What were we talking of...? (_Pause_) It's so hard to recall the words.... (_As she goes slowly to the fireplace_) And they have such a different sound when recalled in that way. AMADEUS True indeed. (_Coming nearer to her_) And I don't suppose it's the words that matter.... Well, Cecilia, can it be possible that you have nothing more to tell me? CECILIA Nothing _more_...? (_Hesitatingly_) Don't you think, Amadeus, that many things actually change character when you try to put them into words? AMADEUS Not for people like us. CECILIA That may have been true once. But ... you know as well as I do ... that things are no longer as they used to be. AMADEUS Not quite, perhaps. I know. But this shouldn't be a reason for either one of us to refuse telling the other one. Scruples of that kind would be unworthy of ourselves. This is _we_, Cecilia--you and me! So you may tell me fearlessly what you have to tell. CECILIA (_rising_) Don't try to encourage me, Amadeus. AMADEUS Well...? CECILIA (_remains silent_) AMADEUS Do you love him? CECILIA Do I love him...? AMADEUS (_urgently_) Cecilia...! CECILIA Am I to tell you _more_ than I think is true? Wouldn't that be a lie, too--as good or as bad as any other one?... No, I don't think I love him. It is nothing like it was when I became acquainted with you, Amadeus. AMADEUS _That_ time is long past.--And you have probably forgotten what it was like. On the whole, it must be the same thing, I suppose. Only you have grown a little older since then, and you have been living with me for seven years.... No matter how far apart we may have been, you have been living _with me_--and we have a child.... CECILIA