John.

I have three weeks’ leave.

Mrs. Littlewood.

We must all make much of you. I’ll give a tennis party for you, shall I?

Sylvia.

Oh, Mrs. Littlewood, I’m sure you don’t want to give parties just now.

Mrs. Littlewood.

I’d love to. It’s so seldom one gets an excuse for one in a place like this.

Mrs. Wharton.

[Taking her hand.] My dear, I want you to know how deeply we all sympathise with you in your great loss.