He’s only been back forty-eight hours, poor dear.
John.
Didn’t I go down to you on my bended knees in the middle of the road and ask you to come for a walk with me?
Sylvia.
Oh, well, I wanted to see your father. I was anxious to hear what the specialist had said.
John.
[Surprised.] Have you been seeing a specialist, father? Aren’t you well?
Colonel Wharton.
Perfectly. It was only to satisfy your poor mother.
John.