ADELA. No, thank you.
FRANK. I must. (_drinks_) I require several glasses to cheer the
cockles of my aged heart. (_fills again and drinks_)
ADELA. (_aside_) What a strange old lady. (_aloud, seeing them on
table_) Eh! a pipe and tobacco!
FRANK. Yes, my love; my medical man orders me to smoke, because my
poor husband has got the rheumatism. (_filling his pipe_) But if you
object----
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.
ADELA. (_frightened_) That voice!