No, I feel a little chilly. You always forget that I’m not as young as I was, George.
[The Colonel sits down in an arm-chair and Mrs. Wharton takes a couple of cushions.
Mrs. Wharton.
Let me put them behind you, darling.
Colonel Wharton.
For goodness’ sake don’t fuss me, Evelyn. If I want cushions I’m perfectly capable of getting them for myself.
[John enters with Sylvia and hears the last two speeches.
John.
Come, come, father, you mustn’t spoil mother. She’s waited on us both for thirty years. Don’t let her get into bad habits at her time of life.