Oh, my dear doctor, I’m not in the least ill, you know.
Dr. Macfarlane.
Still, don’t try to do too much. You’re not quite a young woman, you know. Good-bye, Sylvia.
[Sylvia does not answer. Dr. Macfarlane goes out. Sylvia advances into the room and then turns and looks again at the door through which John must come. She does all she can to control her great nervousness.
Mrs. Wharton.
Sylvia, is anything the matter?
Sylvia.
No. Why?
Mrs. Wharton.