HILDEGARDE. Ratiocination. Reasoning. On either side.
TRANTO. Oh no!
HILDEGARDE. It's simply a question of mutual attitude, isn't it? Now, if only—. But there!
What's the use? Parents are like that, poor dears! They have forgotten! ( With emphasis .) They have forgotten—what makes life worth living.
TRANTO. You mean, for instance, your mother never sits on your father's knee.
HILDEGARDE ( bravely, after hesitation ). Yes! Crudely—that's what I do mean.
TRANTO. Miss Hildegarde, you are the most marvellous girl I ever met. You are, really! You seem to combine all qualities. It's amazing to me. I'm more and more astounded. Every time I come here there's a fresh revelation. Now you mention romance. I'm glad you mentioned it first. But I saw it first. I saw it in your eyes the first time I ever met you. Yes! Miss Hilda, do you see it in mine? Look. Look closely. ( Approaching her .) Because it's there. I must tell you. I can't wait any longer. ( Feeling for her hand, vainly .)
HILDEGARDE ( drawing back ). Mr. Tranto, is this the way you treat father?
Enter Mr. Culver, back .
CULVER ( quickly ). Hilda, go to your mother. She's upstairs.