Dr. Alliot. Hm!
Hilary. [Checked, glances at him keenly a moment. Then chuckling] Oh, you’re thinking that’s a delusion.
Dr. Alliot. [Humouring him] Between you and me, it’s a common one.
Hilary. [Half flattered] Ah, we know, don’t we? Served in the same shop, eh? Only the counter between us.
Dr. Alliot. [Feeling his way] Well, well—
Hilary. But look here! She says she’s not my wife.
Dr. Alliot. [Enlightened] Oh! Oh, that’s the trouble!
Hilary. She says she’s not my wife.
Dr. Alliot. [Soberly] It’s a hard case, Fairfield.
Hilary. What d’you mean by that?