But ... but doesn’t John know his father is dead?
Mrs. Wharton.
No, not yet.
Sylvia.
Didn’t you call him?
Mrs. Wharton.
I had no idea the end was so near. George wanted to be alone with me, Sylvia. We’d been married for thirty-five years, you see. He was conscious almost to the last. He died quite suddenly, like a child going to sleep.
Sylvia.
It’s such a terrible loss. You poor dear, you must be quite heart-broken.
Mrs. Wharton.