Mrs. Wharton.
And if he can convince you that you were wrong, I know you too well to dream that pride would stop you from confessing it. It would give us such heartfelt joy, my dear, if you could believe again as you did when you were a little child and used to say your prayers kneeling on my lap.
Vicar.
I really think I can help you. Won’t you forget that I’m a stranger and let me try?
Dr. Macfarlane.
Perhaps you’d like me to leave you. I was only waiting till the Colonel had finished his game so that I might take him upstairs and have a look at him. But I can come back later.
John.
I don’t mind your staying at all. [To the Vicar.] What is it you wish to ask me?
Vicar.
Do you believe in the God in whose name you were baptised into the Church?