"Dearest, if you knew how happy it makes me to hear you say that."
"Alma, look at me."
"Mama, you—you frighten me."
"You like Louis Latz, don't you, Alma?"
"Why yes, mama. Very much."
"We can't all be young and handsome like Leo, can we?"
"You mean—"
"I mean that finer and better men than Louis Latz aren't lying around loose. A man who treated his mother like a queen and who worked himself up from selling newspapers on the street to a millionaire."
"Mama?"
"Yes, baby. He asked me tonight. Come to me, Alma, stay with me close. He asked me tonight."