Arthur.
You see what comes of bringing up a boy properly, Christina; you've made him a decent fellow in spite of yourself.
Christina.
You're a tiresome creature, Henry, but I'm attached to you. You may kiss me.
Henry.
Come along, Mother. I'm not going to kiss you in public.
Christina.
[Getting up.] Well, good-bye, Violet. Don't forget our little conversation, will you?
Violet.
Good-bye. Good-bye, Henry.