FELIX (cheerfully and without taking offence)
I am not in the habit of fibbing, papa, am I?
WEGRAT (in the same tone)
I meant no offense, my boy. Even if you had been guilty of deserting the flag, your longing to see your mother would be sufficient excuse for you.
MRS. WEGRAT
To see his parents, you mean.
WEGRAT
Of course—to see us all. But as you are a little under the weather, you come foremost just now.—Well, how are you getting along, Gabrielle? Better, are you not? (In a low voice, almost timidly) My love.... (He strokes her brow and hair) Love.... The air is so mild.
SALA
We are having a wonderful Autumn.