You seem so strange.
Sylvia.
[Paying no attention to the remark.] John is just coming.
Mrs. Wharton.
You know, my dear, it seems to me that in this life most difficulties can be arranged if both parties are willing to give way a little.
Sylvia.
Sometimes it’s impossible to give way, and then the only hope is—a miracle.
[She says the last word with a little smile to conceal the fact that she attaches the greatest importance to it. John comes in. He is pale and looks extremely tired. He stops for a moment in surprise on seeing his mother. He goes over and kisses her.
John.
Oh, mother, I thought you were upstairs. I’m afraid I’m very late.