You know, it’s so strange, I’m not in the least unhappy. I don’t feel that he’s left me. I feel him just as near to me as before. I don’t know how to explain it to you. I think he’s never been so much alive as now. Oh, John, I know that the soul is immortal.
John.
Darling, I’m so glad you’re not unhappy. Your dear eyes are positively radiant.
Mrs. Wharton.
If you only knew what I seem to see with them!
John.
Won’t you take me up and let me see him?
Mrs. Wharton.
I think the women are not done yet, John. I’ll go up and see. I’ll call you as soon as everything is ready.
John.