Dr. Thorne (impetuously). I thought you would have come before. I looked for you—
Mrs. Fayth. As I have often looked for you. But I was not commanded to meet you—till this very minute.
Dr. Thorne. Commanded? Commanded? There is that singular phrase again. Have you seen Helen? (Quickly.)
Mrs. Fayth (shakes her head). Not yet.
Dr. Thorne. Have you seen your husband? Did they let you go to Fred?
Mrs. Fayth (contentedly). Oh, many times.
The Child (interrupting). He doesn’t kiss me! (Puts up his lips in a grieved, babyish fashion.)
Mrs. Fayth (very quietly). Doctor, don’t hurt that child’s feelings. He’s yours.
Dr. Thorne (gasping). I don’t understand you!
Mrs. Fayth. I have had the care of him since he came here. He’s kept me busy, I can tell you. I am to give him over to you now.... See how he’s grown! No wonder you didn’t know him.