The elder kissed the younger and was kissed impulsively in return.

Then she stroked the beautiful bright hair with her wrinkled hand, and said admiringly: 'What lovely hair you have, my dear one!' Stephen held her closer and waited.
'Well, my dear, I did it because I love you!' 'I know that, Auntie; you have never done anything else my life!' 'That is true, dear one.

But it is right that I should do this.

Now you must listen to me, and not speak till I have done.

Keep your thoughts on my words, so that you may follow my thoughts.