WHITE. There's nothing the matter?
HILDA. You've had trouble at college?
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._)