You seem quite glad to see me?
Dick.
I am. But where is Lucy?
Mrs. Crowley.
She's coming later.... I don't know why you should squeeze my hands in this pointed manner.
Dick.
What an age it is since I saw you!
Mrs. Crowley.
If you bury yourself in Scotland all the summer, you can't expect to see people who go to Homburg and the Italian lakes.
Dick.