edward. No, thank you, sir.
mr. voysey. Then I shall be up about noon to-morrow.
edward. Good-night, Mother.
mrs. voysey places a plump kindly hand on his arm and looks up affectionately.
mrs. voysey. You look tired.
edward. No, I'm not.
mrs. voysey. What did you say?
edward. [too weary to repeat himself.] Nothing, Mother dear.
He kisses her cheek, while she kisses the air.
mr. voysey. Good-night, my boy.