We must all be very kind to her. It will be terrible for her in that big house all by herself. I wish you’d spoken to her on Saturday, George.
Colonel Wharton.
I felt rather shy about it. After all, we’ve had rather an anxious time over that young scamp there. If anything had happened to him—well, I should have had Evelyn, but she, poor soul, has nobody.
Sylvia.
I ought to have gone to see her yesterday.
Mrs. Wharton.
She must be absolutely prostrated with grief.
Vicar.
I wonder if she’d like to come and stay at the Vicarage. I can’t bear to think of her all alone.
Mrs. Poole.