Wedgecroft. He has been most kind about the whole thing.
Trebell. Oh, he means well.
Wedgecroft. [Following up his fancied advantage.] But, my friend ... suicide whilst of unsound mind would never have done.... The hackneyed verdict hits the truth, you know.
Trebell. You think so?
Wedgecroft. I don't say there aren't excuses enough in this miserable world, but fundamentally ... no sane person will destroy life.
Trebell. [His thoughts shifting their plane.] Was she so very mad? I'm not thinking of her own death.
Wedgecroft. Don't brood, Trebell. Your mind isn't healthy yet about her and—
Trebell. And my child.
Even Wedgecroft's kindness is at fault before the solemnity of this.
Wedgecroft. Is that how you're thinking of it?