Roger. What a long while it is since I’ve seen you!—Once more! (He kisses her hand again)
Duchess. (Aside) That embrace wouldn’t smother anyone!
Mme. de Céran. The Duchess, my dear!
Roger. (Approaching the Duchess) Duchess!
Duchess. Call me Aunt, and give me a kiss!
Roger. My dear Aunt! (He starts to kiss her hand)
Duchess. No! No! On the cheek! You must kiss me on the cheek! That is one of the privileges of age—Look at him now! Same little fellow as ever! Oh, you’ve let your moustache grow; isn’t he charming!
Mme. de Céran. I hope, Roger, you will shave that off!
Roger. Don’t let it disturb you, Mother, I shall do it at once!—Ah, how do you do, Lucy?
Lucy. How do you do, Roger? (They shake hands) Have you had a pleasant trip?