Sydney. [Recalled to the business before her, brusquely] Look here—Father—
Hilary. [Savouring it] “Father!” “Father!” Well?
Sydney. We’ve got to talk. We’ve got to get things straight before she comes back.
Hilary. [His eye and his attention beginning to wander] Back soon, eh? Why has Meg moved the clock? It was much better where we put it. Must get it put back. Nearly one. She’s late, isn’t she? I—I really think, you know, I’ll go out and meet your mother.
Sydney. [Authoritatively] You’re to stay here.
Hilary. [Beginning obediently] Very well— [He flares suddenly] I’ll do as I like about that.
Sydney. [Passionately] I’ll not have you frighten her.
Hilary. I? [He smiles securely.]
Sydney. Can’t you realise what the shock—?
Hilary. [Blissfully] Never known anyone die of joy yet!