You’re not to run away, little mother-in-law!
Mrs Scholz.
Ah, why not! You don’t need me. (William embraces and kisses his mother and helps to pull her into the room.) (Crossly) You are so awkward! You are—you are pulling me to pieces.
William.
Oh, mother! what does that matter to-day—Mother! You see quite another man before you! (Between his mother and Ida, holding a hand of each.) Come, little old mother, look at one another in the eyes, give each other your hands.
Mrs Scholz.
Silly fellow!
William.
Kiss each other!