I was just going, my dear boy. Well, have you done all you promised?
TESMAN.
No; I'm really afraid I have forgotten half of it. I must come to you again to-morrow. To-day my brain is all in a whirl. I can't keep my thoughts together.
MISS TESMAN.
Why, my dear George, you mustn't take it in this way.
TESMAN.
Mustn't—? How do you mean?
MISS TESMAN.
Even in your sorrow you must rejoice, as I do—rejoice that she is at rest.
TESMAN.