III.
I do not love thee! – yet, when thou art gone,
I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)
Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone
Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.
"Goodnight, Marian." Guy's deep tenor resounds around her room as he kisses her cheek gently and departs. Marian unconsciously rubs her fingertips over the spot where his lips grazed her skin, replaying his voice in her mind. Warm hands on her waist distract her unpleasantly, and she turns to find Robin standing there. "Why are you here?" she asks, somewhat irritably. Robin doesn't notice her tone, but merely kisses her too – on the lips, unlike Guy. "I came to wish you goodnight," he murmurs laughingly.