Act II

She seemed awfully upset.

It must have been a slight shock for her to discover us clasped tightly in each other’s arms.

I believe I do love you, Sorel.

A month ago I should have let you go on believing that, but now I can’t⁠—I’m bent on improving myself.

I don’t understand.

Never mind⁠—it doesn’t matter. You just fell a victim to the atmosphere, that’s all. There we were alone in the library, with the windows wide open, and probably a nightingale somewhere about⁠—

I only heard a cuckoo.

I wish I understood you a bit better.

Never mind about understanding me. Let’s go back into the library.

All right.