Ned. Yes.
Alma. And he wears it still! You are an amaranth, indeed. (about to open locket)
Ned. You’d better not.
Alma. Do let me see. I’ve quite forgotten what I looked like then. (opens it; kneels)
Ned. Just as you like.
Alma. How I have altered!
Ned. You look younger there.
Alma. And my hair’s different.
Ned. The fashion’s changed.
Alma. Yes, and the colour too. There! Shut it up. (rises)