LOTH becomes infected by
her mirth. She seems so sweet to him at this moment that he wants to take
the opportunity to put his arms about her. HELEN wards him off._] An, no!
no! Just think! I threw myself at you!
LOTH
Oh, don't say such things!
HELEN
But it isn't my fault; you have only yourself to blame for it. Why do you
demand ...
_LOTH puts his arm about her once more and draws her closer to him.
At first she resists a little, then she yields and gazes, with frank
blessedness, into the joyous face of LOTH which bends above her.
Involuntarily, in the awkwardness of her very timidity, she kisses
his mouth. Both grow red; then LOTH returns her kiss. His caress is
long and heartfelt. A giving and taking of kisses--silent and
eloquent at once--is, for a time, all that passes between them. LOTH
is the first to speak._
LOTH
Nellie, dearest! Nellie is your name, isn't it?
HELEN
[_Kisses him._] Call me something else ... call me what you like best ...
LOTH
Dearest!...
_The exchange of kisses and of mutual contemplation is repeated._
HELEN
[_Held tight in LOTH'S arms, resting her head on his shoulder, looking up
at him with dim, happy eyes, whispers ecstatically.
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