Anthony.
Well there, give me a kiss. I have had a shave and I’m in a better temper than usual.
Mother.
I’ll say “Yes” just to see if you still know how to kiss. It’s a long time since you thought of trying.
Anthony.
Dear old mother. I won’t wish that you should close my eyes. It’s a hard task, and I’ll do it for you instead. I’ll do you that last service of love. But you must give me time, do you hear? Time to prepare and steel myself, and not make a mess of it. It’s far too soon yet.
Mother.
Thank God, we are to be together a little longer.
Anthony.
I hope so, indeed. Why, your cheeks are quite rosy again!