Mrs Welburn. Thomas! Do you know me?
Welburn. I don't. Who are you?
Mrs Welburn. I am your wife.
Welburn. My wife? I don't think I've got one. At least I can't remember. [As though trying to collect his thoughts].
Mrs Welburn. Oh, you will remember presently. You'll get your memory back all right. Now look at me. Look straight into my eyes.
Welburn. I don't like looking at you.
Mrs Welburn. He has these delusions at times, but they pass off. I will take him away with me in the car, at once, back to his home. Come, Thomas.
Welburn. Where do you want me to go? [To Mary, with a forlorn hope]. Can't you help me? I don't like going away with this stranger.
Mary [to Mrs Welburn]. Do you mind my saying that we have no proof that this is your husband?
Mrs Maitland. Oh, my dear Mary, it is so evident!