I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much pain since I came back, mother. I wish I could have avoided it.
Mrs. Wharton.
[She puts her arms round his neck, and he kisses her.]
My dear son!
[She goes out. John goes towards the window and looks out into the garden. For a moment Sylvia does not dare to speak to him. At last she makes an effort.
Sylvia.
[Desperately.] John, whatever you have to say to me, say it.
John.
[With frigid politeness.] I don’t think I have anything in particular to say to you.
Sylvia.