Sylvia.
He’ll be here directly.
[Mrs. Wharton comes in, followed by Dr. Macfarlane. Mrs. Littlewood goes up to her and the two old ladies kiss one another. For a moment they stand clasped in one another’s arms.
Mrs. Littlewood.
My dear old friend!
Mrs. Wharton.
It was dear of you to come, Charlotte. I knew you’d feel for me.
Dr. Macfarlane.
Now sit down, my dear Mrs. Wharton, sit down and rest yourself.
[He puts her into a chair and places a cushion behind her.