(She slides off her chair and turns towards him; he pushes his chair back and holds out his arms and takes her on his knees.)
Jack. And I am proud of you.... Why—you’ve got a new dress?
Ometsu (nods her head, and looks at him quizzically). And you hadn’t noticed it before? Mother gave it to me for my birthday. Do you like it? (She slips off his knee and struts in front of him.)
Jack. It’s a vision, darling, a vision of delight. But I want to hold you; come here.
Ometsu (she trips back to him, and leaning her face against his shoulder, says dreamily). I am so happy!
Jack. So am I. So happy that it seems like a beautiful dream. I sometimes have to stop and shake myself to make sure that I’m not lying in that stuffy old bunk of mine on the Leviathon. But it’s no dream. It’s a wonderful, beautiful reality——
Ometsu. Yes, it is wonderful. I am a lucky girl.
Jack. And I’m a lucky boy, and we’ll say that every day for years and years and——
Ometsu. We’ll never get tired?
Jack. Never, never! (With emphasis.) Never!