We’d better go, Norman. [To John.] I hope it’s nothing very serious.
John.
I’m sure I hope not.
Mrs. Poole.
Please don’t bear us a grudge for any of the things Norman or I have said to you to-day. You know, I saw the letter your Colonel wrote to Mrs. Wharton when you were wounded, and I know how splendid you’ve been.
John.
Oh, nonsense!
Vicar.
I’m afraid you may have to go through a good deal of distress in the near future. If you should change your mind in some of the things that we’ve talked about this afternoon no one would be more happy than myself.
John.