Mrs. B. Oh, Leon, Leon, the burglar alarm is going off! I am sure there's a burglar in the pantry.
Mr. B. We'll see about this. Come, Templeton.
(Mr. T. takes a revolver from a drawer in the desk.)
Mr. T. We'll catch him in the act! [Exeunt Mr. T., Mr. B. and Mrs. B., r., hurriedly.
Enter Hilda, l., in street costume, carrying a letter and a suit-case. She places letter on desk, goes to door r., pauses irresolutely, then goes to desk, sits down and buries her face in her hands. Enter Eric Dean, r., with overcoat and suit-case. Drops both, and approaches Hilda softly.
Dean. Who do you think——?
Hilda (springing up with a little scream). What—who——?
Dean (drawing back in confusion). I—er—beg your pardon. (Takes off his hat.)
Hilda. Why, it's you!