Dean. You?
Hilda. Don't tell me that you're a burglar. How dare you come here?
Dean (politely). I'm not a burglar. My name is Dean—of Boston. I'm Mrs. Burnett's brother. I thought this was her house, and, as the door was open, I walked in. I took you for Fanny. (Looks about.) I guess I'm in the wrong place.
Hilda (laughing). Mrs. Burnett lives next door. Mr. Dean, I've often heard of you, and I'm glad to know you. (Extends her hand.) Let me thank you again for your promptness in rescuing me from that brute and saving my money.
Dean (taking her hand). It was my privilege. I wish that I might be always near when you are in danger, Miss——
Hilda. Hilda Templeton.
Dean (in delight). So you're Hilda. Fanny has often told me of you. What a dear old-fashioned name!
Hilda (bitterly). Yes; everything about me is old-fashioned. I was born in the Middle Ages, Mr. Dean.
Dean. You hardly look it.
Hilda. But to-night ends it all. To-morrow I shall be free, free to do as I please for the first time in my life.