Critic 1: Well, well, well, such an interesting cast of characters have been presented for our perusal: Crystobell, Solitude, and He.
Critic 2: (sniffs) I hardly think sketches can be qualified as characters
Critic 2: Well, for wont of another noun, character will do, don't you think? (hastily) Leaving your response aside for the moment: (airily) Oh do not worry, I am interested in your reply. Only, I wish to follow my current wend of thought first.
Critic 2: (searches waistcoat pocket for snuff box)
Critic 1: Now then, here we are on the verge of a scene so intriguing. Picture if you will, or rather, allow me to paint it for you: a barren land from which arises an imposing and forsaken structure that is beset with bleak darkness and the fury of nature…what? Did you mutter something? Dark and Stormy something or other did you say? Tish-tosh. As I was saying, within this crenellated crescendo of architectural morosity, lingers a beauteous feminine sprite whose lithe figure and gentle whimsy have caused two stalwart examples of masculinity to brave her fortress of……
Critic 2: (sneezes violently)
Critic 1: sigh Well it would be rather good wouldn't it? After all, if an armchair bound English woman could convince us of a loathsome Italian monk why couldn't…oh alright let's see what happens next.
Crystobell: Nothing up my sleeve and….. (curtain opens)