Poor Sylvester! He was such a nice boy! [Gerald comes down.] Gerald, can Margery wait in the next room?
[Gerald opens door R. Exit Margery R.
GERALD [returning].
And how have you been, aunt? You never mentioned your health in your letters. Are you better?
LADY WARGRAVE.
I mustn’t complain; but Providence is really most unjust. Here am I, who have lived a life of temperance, in my old age——
COLONEL.
Middle age, Caroline!
[Bowing.