Dr. Alliot. [Abruptly] Where’s Meredith?
Margaret. [Eagerly] He’s coming. He’s taking me away.
Dr. Alliot. Good. The sooner the better.
Rector. [Reappearing at the door] Dr. Alliot—it now wants seven minutes to the half.
Dr. Alliot. Coming! Coming! See now—you can be gentle with him—
Margaret. Of course.
Dr. Alliot. [With a keen look at her] Nor yet too gentle. Well, well, God be with you, child! [He trots out.]
Hilary comes in, hesitating. If he is without dignity, he is, nevertheless, too much like a hectored, forlorn child to be ludicrous.
Hilary. Have they gone? [Reassuring her] It’s all right. I’m going too. [He waits for her to answer. She says nothing] I’m going. I’ve got to. I see that. He’s made me see.
Margaret. Dr. Alliot?