ADA. Here’s mother, I think. [MRS. TIMBRELL enters. She and MARY greet one another affectionately.]
MRS. TIMBRELL. Has he come?
MARY. He hadn’t when I left. He’s coming. I got a telegram.
MRS. TIMBRELL. What time does he arrive?
MARY. He should be there now.
MRS. TIMBRELL. And you are out? Well, perhaps it’s a good idea. Mary, you mustn’t judge him by other people. He’s queer and different.
MARY. What must I judge him by?
MRS. TIMBRELL. Well, I think you’d better not judge him at all.
MARY. No. It’s too late for that now. I’ve just come to say good-bye.