HE
Oh, Genevieve—Genevieve—
[He kisses the scarf gently.
SHE [looking at him in wonder, disappointment and delight
Don't be silly.
HE
When a man's in love he always does silly things.
SHE
Always?
HE
Oh, Genevieve—
[He reaches for her hand reverently and this time she seems content to let matters rest.
SHE (making conversation)
I have the next dance with—
[She racks her memory.
HE
Joe, I suppose.
[He rises and crosses to the far side of the centre arch.
SHE (drawing her scarf about her and brushing against him as she passes.)
Excuse me, please.
HE (torrentially)
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.