Mother (comes in quickly).
Do you know me still?
Anthony (pointing to the wedding-dress).
The frame has kept well, but the picture’s gone a bit. There seem to have been a lot of spiders’ webs on it. Well, the time was long enough!
Mother.
Haven’t I a frank husband? But I don’t need to praise him in particular. Frankness is the virtue of all husbands.
Anthony.
Are you sorry that you had more gilt on you at twenty than at fifty?
Mother.
Certainly not. If it weren’t so, I’d be ashamed of us both.