You must think of a terribly exciting version and promise to tell me that one then, or I shall never be enticed home and stay there forever. [ She tilts an imaginary glass in her hand, lifting it slightly in a toast. ] Wine on the beach into eternity. Souffrance extrême.

But no, the music would be enough.

[ A moment, and then she looks apologetic. ]

I am forever ruining things, it seems. Now I have done it with falsehood and honesty. [ She laughs, small and soft and rueful. ] Such endless talent I have.

[ more softly: ] I do not need to ask, for I know you will, but I should like to hear you say you shall take care of him in any case.