SEPTIMA (seeing the cigarette). Hallo!
OLIVER (a little on the defensive). Hallo!
SEPTIMA. I think I’ll join you. Got one?
OLIVER. I expect so. (He offers her one.)
SEPTIMA. Thanks. (He lights it for her.) Thanks. (She also takes her first deep breath.) Well, that’s that.
OLIVER. What did you think of it?
SEPTIMA. It’s rather awful, isn’t it? I mean awe-inspiring.
OLIVER. Yes. I don’t know why it should be. Did you cry? You looked like it once or twice.
SEPTIMA. Yes. Not because it was Grandfather. Not because it was Oliver Blayds. But—just because.
OLIVER. Because it was the last time.