GEORGE. And then she took it up and kissed it.
HENRIETTE. What did you say to her?
GEORGE. Nothing. I went out as softly as I could and blew a kiss to her from the other side of the door.
HENRIETTE. When nurse’s letter came the other day, it didn’t take her long to get ready and catch the 8.59.
GEORGE. However, there wasn’t anything the matter.
HENRIETTE. No; but still perhaps she was right. Perhaps I should have gone with her.
GEORGE. Poor innocent little Henriette! You believe everything you are told. Now I saw at once what was up. The nurse simply wanted to humbug us into raising her screw. I bet she did. Look here, will you bet me she didn’t? Come, what will you have? Look here. I bet you that lovely necklace—you know, the one with the big pearl.
HENRIETTE. No; I should be too much afraid of winning.
GEORGE [laughing] Silly! I believe you think I don’t care for baby as much as you do. Why, you don’t even know how old she is! No, no, exactly! Let’s see. Aha! Ninety-one days and eight hours, there! [He laughs]. Ah, when she can get on by herself, then we’ll have her back with us. Six months more to wait.
HENRIETTE. Six months is a long time to wait. When I think that if you had not put off our marriage for six months, we should have her back now!