JACK. Here comes my aunt; beat a retreat—quick, anywhere.
[BLUNT hurries out at L. H.
Enter MRS. TARLETAN at R.
MRS. T. (seeing JACK). A stranger?
JACK (smiling). Not quite. (Going to her.) Don’t you know me, aunt?
MRS. T. Eh? (Suddenly.) Jack dear, dear boy! (JACK clasps her in his arms). Kiss me again, Jack.
JACK. Again and again till you tell me to leave off (kissing her again).
MRS. T. Let me look at you (holding his head between her hands). It is ten long years since I have seen you, my darling boy: and has it come back from China, a dear?
JACK. It has—all the way!
MRS. T. (pulling his cheek affectionately). And is it glad to get home?