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!
WANKLIN. It not infrequently happens that women are the greatest sufferers.
EDGAR. If we knew that, all the more responsibility rests on us.
ANTHONY. This is no matter for amateurs.