(The morning and noon hours Waltz in their places, turning, advancing to
each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis.  CAVALIERS behind them
arch and suspend their arms, with hands descending to, touching, rising
from their shoulders.)

Hours:  You may touch my.

CAVALIERS:  May I touch your?

Hours:  O, but lightly!

CAVALIERS:  O, so lightly!

The pianola: 

    My little shy little lass has a waist.

(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.  The twilight hours
advance from long LANDSHADOWS, dispersed, lagging, LANGUIDEYED, their
cheeks delicate with CIPRIA and false faint bloom.  They are in grey gauze
with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze.)

Maginni:  Avant Huit!  Traverse!  SALUT!  Cours de mains!  CROISE!

(The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place.  Morning, noon and
twilight hours retreat before them.  They are masked, with DAGGERED hair
and bracelets of dull bells.  Weary they CURCHYCURCHY under veils.)

The bracelets:  Heigho!  Heigho!

Zoe:  (Twirling, her hand to her brow) O!

Maginni:  Les TIROIRS!  CHAINE de dames!  La CORBEILLE!  DOS A dos!

(ARABESQUING wearily they weave A pattern on the floor, Weaving,
UNWEAVING, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)

Zoe:  I’m giddy!

(She Frees herself, droops on A chair.  Stephen seizes Florry and turns
with her.)

Maginni:  BOULANGERE!  Les RONDS!  Les PONTS!  CHEVAUX de Bois!  ESCARGOTS!

(Twining, receding, with interchanging hands the night hours link each
each with arching arms in A mosaic of movements.  Stephen and Florry turn
cumbrously.)