Shall I tell you? Because after repeated experiment I’ve reached the conclusion that I’m not a whit the better for it.
John.
You’ll have to give him up, Vicar. He’s a stubborn old thing. He takes advantage of the fact that he’s the only doctor within ten miles who won’t kill you so long as he can make seven and sixpence a visit by keeping you alive.
Colonel Wharton.
Do you mean to say that our Church doesn’t believe any longer in eternal punishment?
John.
Oh, father, hell has always left me perfectly cold. You and I are quite safe. You see, mother would never be happy in heaven without us, and God couldn’t refuse her anything she asked.
Mrs. Wharton.
[Affectionately.] John, what nonsense you talk.
Mrs. Poole.