Fair. Gordon! You heard--you heard what we said!

Gordon. Only that your love was not for one of us.

Fair (dazed). For--one--of--us. (Looking up into his
face)--Gordon, do you love me, too? And you have heard!

Gordon. You must forgive me, even though you find that happiness
with one who is our enemy.

Fair (shrinking wildly back). You know--you have found out! How
have you learned that I--that we--

Gordon. It was not hard to see. (He comes nearer, laying his hand
softly on her hair). Poor little pretty Fair! I saw then that he loved
you; and all too clearly I see now that you love him.

Fair (taking one of his hands in both her own). You will not
tell! (He turns quickly away). Gordon! Gordon! Forgive me! I didn't mean
it--Oh, I didn't mean it! I'm only so afraid! Mother and father must not
know! (She looks up into his face). He is our enemy!

Gordon. I love you, Fair! I understand.

[They slowly exit into the house.

[The sunset shows in brilliant red and gold at the back of scene,
fading into purple twilight and then to brilliant moonlight
through the rest of the scene. Enter Cupid from the road.