KEENEY (trying to conceal the fact that her memories have moved him—gruffly). Don't you remember?
MRS. KEENEY (vaguely—again passes her hand over her eyes). My memory is leaving me—up here in the ice. It was so long ago. (A pause—then she smiles dreamily.) It's June now. The lilacs will be all in bloom in the front yard—and the climbing roses on the trellis to the side of the house—they're budding.
(She suddenly covers her face with her hands and commences to sob.)
KEENEY (disturbed). Go in and rest, Annie. You're all wore out cryin' over what can't be helped.
MRS. KEENEY (suddenly throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him). You love me, don't you, David?
KEENEY (in amazed embarrassment at this outburst) Love you? Why d'you ask me such a question, Annie?
MRS. KEENEY (shaking him—fiercely). But you do, don't you,
David? Tell me!
KEENEY. I'm your husband, Annie, and you're my wife. Could there be aught but love between us after all these years?
MRS. KEENEY (shaking him again—still more fiercely). Then you do love me. Say it!
KEENEY (simply). I do, Annie.