Sydney. At church.
Hilary. Back soon, eh?
Sydney. Yes, that’s why I’m afraid—
Hilary. [Unheeding] I might go to meet her, eh?
Sydney. [Quickly] Oh, I wouldn’t. Come and sit down and wait for her and talk.
Hilary. [Obediently] Very well. [He sits down beside her on the sofa. They look at each other. He says shyly] I say, isn’t this queer?
Sydney. It makes me want to cry.
Hilary. Why? That’s all over. Laugh! Laugh! That’s the thing to do. What a lovely room this is! I can’t say I like the new paper—or the curtains!
Sydney. [Quickly] Yes, I liked the old red ones, too. [Then, with an effort] Those—aren’t—the only changes. Everything changes—
Hilary. [Swiftly] Bet you Aunt Hester hasn’t, eh? [They look at each other and laugh.] And I bet you—I say, is your mother such a darling still?