WALLACE (shaking hands). Hello, Dad!
HILDA. Wallace! My boy!
(WALLACE drops valise and goes to his mother's arms.)
WALLACE (with deep feeling). Mother!
WHITE (after a pause). Well, boy; this is unexpected. We were just talking of you.
WALLACE. Were you?
HILDA. I'm so glad to see you, so glad.
WALLACE. Yes—yes—but—
WHITE. There's nothing the matter?
HILDA. You've had trouble at college?