DE MULLIN
Silly Janet! Let me look at you, my dear. (Looks at her face as she holds it up.) You’re not much changed, Janet.
JANET
Nor are you, father.
DE MULLIN
A little greyer, perhaps.
JANET
No! Not a hair!
DE MULLIN
Well, my dear, Pm glad you’ve come. We parted in anger, but that’s all over now. Forgotten and forgiven. Eh?