[Through the double-doors EDGAR comes in looking very grave.]
EDGAR. [To his Father.] Have you heard this, sir? Mrs. Roberts is dead!
[Every one stages at him, as if trying to gauge the importance
of this news.]
Enid saw her this afternoon, she had no coals, or food, or anything.
It's enough!
[There is a silence, every one avoiding the other's eyes, except
ANTHONY, who stares hard at his son.]
SCANTLEBURY. You don't suggest that we could have helped the poor thing?
WILDER. [Flustered.] The woman was in bad health. Nobody can say there's any responsibility on us. At least—not on me.
EDGAR. [Hotly.] I say that we are responsible.
ANTHONY. War is war!
EDGAR. Not on women!