Hilary. [Wistfully]—something you used to have—kind—a kind way with you. The child’s got it. Sydney—my daughter, Sydney! She’s more you than you are. You—you’ve grown right up—away—beyond me—haven’t you?
Margaret. Yes, Hilary.
Hilary. But I’m going to catch up. You’ll help me to catch up with you—Meg? [She doesn’t answer.] Meg! wait for me! Meg, where are you? Why don’t you hold out your hands?
Margaret. [Wrung for him] I can’t, Hilary! My hands are full.
Hilary. [His tone lightening into relief] What, Sydney? She’ll be off in no time. She’s told me about the boy—what’s his name—Kit—already.
Margaret. It’s not Sydney.
Hilary. What? [Crescendo] Eh? What are you driving at? What are you trying to tell me? What’s changed you? Why do you look at me sideways? Why do you flinch when I speak loudly? Yes—and when I kissed you—It’s that man! [He goes up to her and takes her by the wrist, staring into her face.] Is it true? You?
Margaret. [Pitifully] I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m trying to tell you. I only want to tell you and make you understand. Hilary, fifteen years is a long time—
Hilary. [Dully] Yes. I suppose it’s a long time for a woman to be faithful.
Margaret. That’s it! That’s the whole thing! If I’d loved you it wouldn’t have been long—