BAINES
              So what brings you here? Did
              you leave something? I have not
              found anything.

ADA does not respond, finally she looks at BAINES and her look has a
vulnerability and frankness that takes him off guard.

              Does he know something?

ADA shakes her head.

              The piano is not harmed? It
              arrived safely? Would you like
              to sit? I am going to sit.

ADA does not sit. She stands immobilised.

He turns to her about to speak, but stops unmanned by a new fragility
to her strength. He blinks rapidly

                        BAINES
              Ada, I am unhappy because I
              want you, because my mind has
              seized on you and thinks of
              nothing else. This is how I
              suffer, I am sick with longing.
              I don't eat, I don't sleep. If
              you do not want me, if you have
              come with no feeling for me,
              then go!

BAINES walks roughly towards the door and opens it, his softness
turned suddenly cruel.

              Go! Go NOW! Leave!

ADA is stung by his change of tune, she takes a step towards him and
eyes filling with tears of anger hits him hard across the face.
ADA is flushed, shocked, the two face each
other at this very moment of profound awareness of each other,
profoundly equal. With each new breath, with every moment that their
eyes remained locked together the promise of intimacy is confirmed and
reconfirmed and detailed until like sleepwalkers who do not know how
they came to wake where they did, they are standing next to each other
and beginning to kiss each other, the lips, the cheeks, the nose.
There is nothing practised about their tenderness, only their feelings
and emotions guide their instincts. BAINES' face crumples with the
exquisite pain of his pleasure, ADA cradles his head to her chest.
BAINES struggles through her dress anxious to touch her skin.