Tuneless
Make an effort, sir.
Lucy
Strength.
Tuneless
Go on, now.
(Bramble and the Widow look at each other and run to embrace. As they hug, their faces show outraged grimaces.)
Bramble
I see my dear wife again.
Widow
And my equally dear husband!
(They embrace and separate several times, breathing like divers who surface for air, nauseated.)
Bramble
Ecch!
Widow
Ouf!
Bramble (turning to his wife with a joyful, but somehow tortured look)
My joy is so great that it's frightful—ah-ecch!