HOPE
FRED—"My dear Dora, let this thought console you for your lover's death. Remember that other and better men than he have gone the same way."
BEREAVED ONE—"They haven't all gone, have they?"—Puck.
FRED—"My dear Dora, let this thought console you for your lover's death. Remember that other and better men than he have gone the same way."
BEREAVED ONE—"They haven't all gone, have they?"—Puck.