Child. You told him you’d got no luck.
Anne. Won’t you give me a kiss?
Child. If you like. Don’t hold me so tight. Is it true you’ve no luck? Shall I tell your fortune?
Anne. Can you?
Child. O yes! I’ve watched the Fates do it in the new play. It’s Orpheus and—it’s a long name. But she’s his lost wife. Give me a handkerchief! That’s for a grey veil. [Posing.] Now say to me—“Who are you?”
Anne. Who are you?
Child [posing]. Fate! Now you must say—“Whose fate?”
Anne. Whose?
Child. Oh, then I lift the veil and you scream. [Stamping his foot.] Scream!
Anne. Why, baby?