We 'ave to 'ope for th' best, missis, all on us.
GRANDMOTHER (wailing)
Eh, they'll bring 'im 'ome, I know they will, smashed up an' broke! An' one of my sons they've burned down pit till the flesh dropped off 'im, an' one was shot till 'is shoulder was all of a mosh, an' they brought 'em 'ome to me. An' now there's this....
MRS. HOLROYD (shuddering)
Oh, don't, mother. (Appealingly to Rigley) You don't know that he's hurt?
RIGLEY (shaking his head)
I canna tell you.
MRS. HOLROYD (in a high hysterical voice)
Then what is it?