Hilary. What’s he doing here?
Margaret. He’s an old friend.
Hilary. I don’t know him, do I?
Margaret. It’s since you were ill. It’s the last five years.
Hilary. He’s in love with you! I tell you, the man’s in love with you! Do you think I’m so dazed and crazed I can’t see that? You shouldn’t let him, Meg! You’re such a child you don’t know what you’re doing when you look and smile—
Margaret. [In a strained voice] I do know. [She stands quite still in the middle of the room, her head lifted, a beautiful woman.]
Hilary. [Staring at her] Lord, I don’t wonder at him, poor brute! [Still staring] Meg, you’ve changed.
Margaret. [Catching at the opening] Yes, Hilary.
Hilary. Taller, more beautiful—and yet I miss something.
Margaret. [Urging him on] Yes, Hilary.