WALLACE. Not exactly. But I couldn't stand it there. I've left—for good.
WHITE. I was sure that would happen.
HILDA. Tell us. You know we'll understand.
WALLACE. Dad, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk it over with mother first.
WHITE. Of course, old fellow, that's right. She'll stand by you just as she's always stood by me—all these years. (He kisses her.) I—I—
(He smooths her hair gently, looking into her eyes as she smiles up at him.)
We mustn't let this war hurt all we've had together—you and I—
HILDA (smiling and turning towards her son). And Wallace.
WHITE. And Wallace. Yes. (WALLACE looks away guiltily.) Let me know when the phone comes.
(He goes out hastily. She closes the door after him and then comes to WALLACE, who has sat down, indicating he is troubled.)