Act III. Scene VII. A tower in the castle. At the window of the tower

_Mélisande_ is standing combing her hair that she has let down. Then _Pelléas_ comes along the road that winds around under her window. _Pelléas_ is coming to say farewell. Early the next morning he is going away. So _Mélisande_ will at least once more reach out her hand to him that he may press it to his lips. Love weaves a web about the twain with an ever thicker netting without their noticing it. Their hands do not touch but as _Mélisande_ leans forward so far her long hair falls over _Pelléas's_ head and fills the youth with passionate feelings. Their words become warmer--then _Golo_ comes near and reproves their "childishness."