Sylvia.
I’ve wanted you for so long, John, so dreadfully long.
John.
For goodness’ sake don’t cry.
Sylvia.
[Breaking away from him, with a chuckle.] You brute, John! I hate you.
Mrs. Wharton.
Did you like the Vicar, John?
John.
He seemed all right.
Sylvia.
I’ve wanted you for so long, John, so dreadfully long.
John.
For goodness’ sake don’t cry.
Sylvia.
[Breaking away from him, with a chuckle.] You brute, John! I hate you.
Mrs. Wharton.
Did you like the Vicar, John?
John.
He seemed all right.