Mrs. Wharton.
Hasn’t John come in yet?
Sylvia.
I’m sure he won’t be long now. He should be here almost at once.
Dr. Macfarlane.
Sylvia, my dear child, won’t you go and get Mrs. Wharton a cup of tea? I think it would do her good.
Sylvia.
Certainly.
Mrs. Wharton.
Oh, my dear, don’t trouble.