Sylvia.
John.
Perhaps. I don’t put it very well. I think what I mean is that life in itself has no value. It’s what you put in it that gives it worth.
Colonel Wharton.
Why do you think you’ve come safely through the perils and dangers of the war? John, do you know that every day your mother and Sylvia and I prayed that God might see fit to spare you?
John.
[With sudden energy.] Were you the only ones? Why didn’t He see fit to spare the others?
Sylvia.
Who are we to question the inscrutable designs of the Omnipotent?