Margaret. But he’s not. He’s well.
Gray. What’s that?
Margaret. He’s well. He knows me. He—
Gray. I don’t believe it.
Margaret. Do you think I want to believe it? Oh, what a ghastly thing to say!
Gray. This has nothing to do with you. He has nothing to do with you. Leave me to deal with him. [He goes towards the door.]
Margaret. Where are you going?
Gray. ’Phoning for Dr. Alliot to begin with.
Margaret. Sydney’s done that already.
Gray. Sydney’s head’s on her shoulders.