Good-bye.
Vicar.
[Shaking hands with Mrs. Wharton] Good-bye. These parsons, what a nuisance they make of themselves, don’t they?
Mrs. Wharton.
I wanted to ask you if you’d seen poor Mrs. Littlewood since her return.
Vicar.
No, she didn’t come to church yesterday. And of course, Sunday’s my busy day—I’m the only man in the parish who works seven days a week—so I haven’t had a chance to see her yet, poor soul.
Sylvia.
She came down by the 6.35 on Saturday. She was in the same train as John, but I wasn’t bothering much about anyone else just then, and I didn’t speak to her.
Colonel Wharton.