Sydney. Mother, Kit’s got to go.
Kit. [Resentfully] It’s all right. I’m going. You needn’t worry.
Margaret. [Humorously, washing her hands of them] Oh, you two!
She turns away from them and stands, her arm on the mantel-piece, staring into the fire. Kit marches to the door.
Sydney. [In spite of herself, softly] Kit!
Kit. [Quickly] Yes?
Sydney. [Recovering herself, impishly] You’ll give her my love?
Kit. You’re a beast, Sydney Fairfield! [He goes out with a slam.]
Sydney. [In a changed voice] You’ll give her my love. [Running to the door.] Kit! [The door opens again, but it is Gray Meredith who comes in.]
Gray. Sydney, what’s wrong with Kit? He went past me like a gust of wind.