Sylvia.
[Hastily.] I told Mrs. Poole yesterday that I didn’t think I could possibly get everything arranged by to-morrow.
Colonel Wharton.
I see that my wife has told you that I’m not very well.
Mrs. Poole.
Oh, aren’t you, Colonel? I’m so sorry to hear that.
Vicar.
She told me this morning after Communion that you weren’t quite up to the mark these days.
Colonel Wharton.
I remember in Egypt, when a horse or a mule sickened, the vultures used to gather round out of an empty sky. Most remarkable.