Mrs. T. (emphatically). I am not. Didn't you hear me telling Sue that Hilda is unhappy, moody, incomprehensible? Those are symptoms—trust me.
Mr. T. Well?
Mrs. T. I'm trying to determine your attitude toward this marriage.
(Sue appears unnoticed in door r., the paper in her hand.)
Mr. T. (irritably). You speak as if it were a settled thing.
Mrs. T. It is—practically.
Mr. T. Well, all I have to say is, if Professor Gates marries Hilda, they shall have the teapot.
(Resumes work. Sue gives a little cry.)
Mrs. T. (turning violently). Sue, you frightened me.