Or after you've kissed them they'll lie on my bosom."
Conan: (Breaking eggs.) They're raw and
running!
Celia: There's no one can say which is best,
hurry or delay.
Conan: You had them boiled in cold water!
Celia: That's where you're wrong.
Conan: The young people that's in the world
now, if you had book truth they wouldn't believe
it. (Flings eggs into the fire and pours out tea.)
Mother: I hope now that is pleasing to you?
Conan: (Threatening Celia with spoon.) My
seven curses on yourself and your fair-haired tea.
(Puts back tea-pot.)
Celia: (Laughing.) It was hurry left it so weak
on you!
Mother: Ah, don't be putting reproaches on
him. Crossness is a thing born with us. It do run
in the blood. Strive now to let him have a quiet life.