ANABEL. We're a little late ourselves.
GERALD. We are, rather. By the way, you seem to have had plenty of the courage of death—you've played a pretty deathly game, it seems to me—both when I knew you and afterwards, you've had your finger pretty deep in the death-pie.
ANABEL. That's why I want a change of—of—-
GERALD. Of heart?—Better take mother's tip, and try the poker.
ANABEL. I will.
GERALD. Ha—corraggio!
ANABEL. Yes—corraggio!
GERALD. Corraggiaccio!
ANABEL. Corraggione!
GERALD. Cock-a-doodle-doo!