(Beginning to return his kisses and caresses.) I'm going to cry too.
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
(Intoxicated with rapture.) You're kissing me!... Mummy!... Then it's true, then it's true, it is you!... Again, again!... No, not any more: I can't bear it!... Will they understand, will they be able to understand?
THE PHANTOM
Call them, it is time.
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
Don't cover your face: they wouldn't see it and they wouldn't believe me.... (Drawing aside the veils.) Oh, mummy, how lovely you are!... (Her hair spreads all over her shoulders.) Oh, mummy, your hair!... What lots of it!... There, that's much better, I can kiss you better so.... (Listening.) Listen, they're coming back! They're here!
(THE FIVE LITTLE ONES come rushing headlong into the hall.)
THE FIVE LITTLE ONES
Where is she?... Where is she?... Where is she?...