[Hilda speaks excellent English, but with some Swedish accent. The noticeable feature of her speech is the precision and great care with which she enunciates every syllable.
MOLLIE. Just take the number yourself, Hilda, and tell the party you will call back after dinner.
HILDA. Thank you, Messes Aispenhayne.
[Hilda exits, centre. Bob stands watching Hilda, as she leaves the room, and then turns and looks at Mollie with a bewildered expression.
BOB. [Standing at his chair.] But I thought Hilda couldn't be running to the telephone while she serves the dinner?
MOLLIE. But this call is for Hilda, herself. That's quite different, you see.
BOB. [Slowly and thoughtfully.] Oh, yes! Of course; I see! [Sits down in his chair.] That is—I don't quite see!
MOLLIE. [Immediately leaning across the table and speaking in a cautious whisper.] Do you know who it is?
[Bob closes his lips very tightly and nods yes in a very important manner.
MOLLIE. [In the same whisper and very impatiently.] Who?