HILDEGARDE. But of course I will—
TRANTO. That's fine. He treats me as an intimate friend.
HILDEGARDE. But you must treat me as you treat papa.
TRANTO ( slightly dashed ). I'll try. I might tell you that I had two very straight talks with your father last night.
HILDEGARDE. Two?
TRANTO. Yes; one before dinner, and the other just before I left—when you'd gone to bed. He began them—both of them.
HILDEGARDE. Oh! So that you may be said to know the whole situation.
TRANTO. Yes. Up to last thing last night, that is.
HILDEGARDE. Since then it's developed on normal lines. What do you think of it?
TRANTO. I adore your mother, but I think your father's quite right.