Anas. Well, I have no more to say. I hope that she will fulfill your expectations.
Mor. She is now my daughter and shall receive a hearty welcome into the bosom of our family.
Enter Coriolanus, D. R. 3 E.
Corio. Reginald and Adrienne Maitland! [Morris at L. C.; Anastasia rises and goes to fireplace, L. 3 E.]
Enter Reginald, Adrienne and Hilda, D. R. 3 E. Hilda, R., Adrienne, R. C., Reginald, C., Morris, L. C., Anastasia, L.
Mor. [Embracing Reginald.] My son! welcome to your paternal home.
Reg. Father, allow me to bring to you a daughter, my wife. [Leads her to him, then crosses to shake hands with Anastasia.]
Mor. My daughter, welcome to our humble home—receive the blessing of—
Adri. [Coldly.] Thanks! You honor me. [Crosses to L.] Reginald, [wearily] I am tired. [Morris retreats painfully. Anastasia exchanges looks with him and draws herself loftily erect.]