Sydney. What are you looking for?
Hilary. They’ve moved my— [with a start] eh? [He turns sharply and sees her] Meg! It’s Meg! [With a rush] Oh, my own darling!
Sydney. [Her confidence in her power to deal with the situation suddenly gone] I—I’m not Meg.
Hilary. [Boisterously] Not Meg! Tell me I don’t know Meg! [Sydney gives a nervous schoolgirl giggle] Eh? [Then, his voice changing completely] No, it’s not Meg. [Uneasily] I beg your pardon. I thought you were—another girl. I’ve been away a long time.
Sydney. Whom do you want?
Hilary. [Startled again] There, you see, it’s her voice too. Who are you?
Sydney. [Fencing] How did you get in?
Hilary. Tool-shed gate. [Louder] Who are you?
Sydney. Where have you come from?
Hilary. Bedford. Took a car. [Lashing himself into an agitation] Who are you?