[They embrace.
Whetstone.
Oh, Susan!
Susan [surveying him].
Why, Hercules, how you’ve changed! I do declare! your clothes are full of wrinkles. How thin you’ve grown! you must have lost twenty pounds! I must make you, this very night, a cup of my elder-blossom tea; I’ve brought the blossoms with me [taking package from pocket]. Hercules, can it be that you would have forsaken your Susan?
Whetstone.
Why, Susan!
Susan.
I knew it could never be.
Whetstone [petting her].