"We are in time, after all, aren't we ?" She gave a little shiver.
"Oh, don't kiss my hands, Michael," she said.

"It hurts me that you should do that.

But it is sweet of you to say that I am not too late, after all.

Michael, may I just take you in my arms--may I ?" He half rose.
"Oh, mother, how can you ask ?" he said.
"Then let me do it.

No, my darling, don't move.