"Uncle, will you not kiss me?"
He kissed her, and the tears came into his eyes.
"There," he muttered, "you see how it is. That is the first time my lips have touched a woman's face since I was a youngster. Don't think the better of me for it. What is the time? Four o'clock. Have you had dinner?"
"No, uncle."
"Lunch?"
"No, uncle."
"Breakfast?"
"Yes."
"At what hour?"
"Eight o'clock."