Would you do anything to help him if you could?
John.
Of course.
Sylvia.
It’s unfortunate that you found it necessary to say what you did about religion. He’s always been a very simple man. He always accepted without question the faith in which he was brought up. Perhaps he’s not quite so sure now.
John.
Nonsense, Sylvia. Father’s faith is very much too steady for it to be unsettled by any opinions of mine.
Sylvia.
Ordinarily, I dare say. But he’s ill, he’s in terrible pain, he’s not himself. I think perhaps it’s a pity you didn’t hold your tongue. It’s so easy to create doubts and so hard to allay them.
John.