Dr. Alliot. It’s the old wisdom of the scape-goat—it is expedient—how does it go? expedient—?
Sydney. “It is expedient that one man should die for the people.”
Dr. Alliot. That’s it! A hard word, but a true one.
Hilary. What has that got to do with me?
Dr. Alliot. Well, the situation is this—
Hilary. There is no situation. I married Meg. I fell ill. Now I’m well again. I want my wife.
Dr. Alliot. Why, yes—yes—
Hilary. [Picking it up irritably] “Yes—yes—” “Yes—yes—” I suppose that’s what you call humouring a lunatic.
Dr. Alliot. Why, I hope to be convinced, Fairfield, that that trouble’s over, but—
Hilary. But you’re going to lock me up again because I want my wife.