ADELA. Oh, dear, no; not at all.
FRANK. (lighting his pipe and smoking) Ah, it’s a great comfort for an aged creetur! (rising) Come here, my love.
ADELA. (rising and going to him) Yes, madam.
FRANK. I like you, my dear, and I’ll be a mother to you—kiss me, my darling. (putting his arm round her waist and kissing her)
ADELA. (starting) Eh?
FRANK. What’s the matter?
ADELA. (hesitating, and rubbing her cheek) ’Tis very strange, but——
FRANK. (aside) Oh, I forgot I hadn’t shaved to-day.
ADELA. One would really think—oh, how you open your eyes and stare——
FRANK. (resuming his natural voice) The better to see you with, my dear.