Mrs Maitland. How providential!
Mary. But are you sure you are not strangely mistaken?
Rector. My dear young lady, older people are right sometimes.
Mary. Everyone is mistaken at times.
Mrs Maitland. Not the Rector.
Rector. It is my duty to do what we can to help my poor friend back to his normal condition. I shall interrogate him quite quietly—nothing to excite him. Welburn! Welburn! [Welburn looks at him vaguely].
Welburn. What does that mean?
Rector. Isn't that your name? Welburn, I said.
Welburn. I can't remember what my name is. I don't know. I can't imagine.
Rector [to the others]. There isn't a doubt that it's Welburn. [To Welburn]. Look here, old boy, don't you remember the good old times we had at Oxford when we used to make music together?