little lotte____

RAOUL
Little Lotte, let her mind wander.
Little Lotte thought… Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins or shoes...
CHRISTINE
Raoul!
RAOUL
Or of riddles or frocks...
CHRISTINE
Those picnics in the attic
RAOUL
Or of chocolates
CHRISTINE
Father playing the violin
RAOUL
As we read to each other dark stories of the North
CHRISTINE
No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed,
And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!
BOTH
The Angel of Music sings song in my head!
RAOUL
Oh, you sang like an angel tonight.
CHRISTINE
Father said, "When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you".
Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
RAOUL
Oh, no doubt of it. And now, we'll go to supper!
CHRISTINE
No, Raoul, the Angel of music is very strict.
RAOUL
Well, I shan't keep you up late!
CHRISTINE
Raoul, no!
RAOUL
You must change. I'll order my carriage. Two minutes, Little Lotte.
CHRISTINE
No, Raoul, wait!