Julian.
Yes, my darling; all true, and truer far
Than you can think.
Lily.
What was his father like?
Julian.
A tall, grand, stately man.
Lily.
Like you, dear father?
Julian.
Like me, only much grander.
Lily.
I love you
The best though.
[Kissing him.]
Julian.
Well, all dirty as he was,
And thin, and pale, and torn, with staring eyes,
His father knew him, the first look, far off,
And ran so fast to meet him! put his arms
Around his neck and kissed him.
Lily.
Oh, how dear!
I love him too;—but not so well as you.
[Sound of a carriage drawing up.]