[ The pause was longer this time, as he carefully watched her and what seemed to bother her. His eyes were reading her actions, what she really wanted to tell him under that act she was given to the stage. ]

Francis, you offend me to think that I would think differently of you if I were to know your secret. The feelings I have for you do not care if you wear a dress or the pirate's clothes you do like.

[ He took off the mask, looking at her directly. ]

What is it that you fear to tell me, Francis?