Mrs. Wharton.
George, what are you saying?
Colonel Wharton.
[With a bitter chuckle.] Did Evelyn ask you to come and minister to me?
Vicar.
It’s not very unnatural that when I hear you’re ill I should like to come and see you. And, of course, it does happen to be one of the duties of my office.
Colonel Wharton.
I don’t know why Evelyn should think I want to be molly-coddled out of the world like an old woman. I’ve faced death before. I don’t suppose anyone wants to die before he must, but when my time comes I hope to face it like a gentleman and a soldier.
John.
Oh, that I should live to hear my own father talking through his hat. Don’t you believe a word those rotten old doctors say. You’ll live to bully your devoted family for another twenty years.