HILDA (_not heeding him_). This part gave me new strength when I thought of Wallace. (_Reading with eloquence_) "War will stop when young men put Internationalism above Nationality, the law of God above the dictates of statesmen, the law of love above the law of hate, the law of self-sacrifice above the law of profit. There must be no boundaries in man's thought. Let the young men of the world once throw down their arms, let them once refuse to point their guns at human hearts, and all the boundaries of the world will melt away and peace will find a resting-place in the hearts of men!" WHITE (_taking it from her_). And I made you believe it! What silly prophets we radicals were. (_He tears it up._) Mere scraps of paper, dear; scraps of paper, now. HILDA. But it was the truth; it still is the truth. WHITE. Hilda, there's something I want to talk over very, very seriously with you. I've been putting it off. HILDA. Yes, dear? (_The outer door is heard to bang._) Listen: wasn't that the front door? WHITE. Perhaps it's the maid? HILDA (_a bit nervously_). No: she's upstairs. No one rang. Please see. WHITE (_smiling_). Now don't worry! It can't possibly be the Secret Service. HILDA. One never knows in war times what to expect. I sometimes feel I am in a foreign country. (WHITE _goes slowly to the door in back and opens it._ WALLACE, _their son, with valise in hand, is standing there, as if he had hesitated to enter._ _He is a fine clean-cut young fellow, with his father's physical endowment and his mother's spiritual intensity. The essential note he strikes is that of honesty. It is apparent he is under the pressure of a momentous decision which has brought him unexpectedly home from college._) WHITE. Wallace! 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? 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._)