You old fusser! No sooner have you stopped worrying over your boy than you start worrying over me.
Mrs. Wharton.
Even though you won’t let me call my soul my own, I don’t want to lose you just yet.
Colonel Wharton.
Don’t be alarmed. I shall live to plague you for another twenty years.
[Kate comes in.
Kate.
If you please, ma’am, Mrs. Poole has called.
Mrs. Wharton.