embracing Salome
]. O my dear, dear mother.
SALOME [
seizing her daughter and kissing her
]. Now I am rid of my worries about you. I hope it will bring you joy. Go and put on another dress, for your betrothed is coming.
NATO. Now?
SALOME. Certainly, at once. You know, I presume, that you must make yourself pretty.
NATO [
happy and speaking quickly
]. Certainly. I will wear the white barège with blue ribbons, the little cross on black velvet ribbon, and a blue ribbon in my hair. [