My dear, you’d much better let the matter rest. I should only have to say things that would hurt you all.
Mrs. Wharton.
We’re willing to take the risk of that. We know you wouldn’t hurt us intentionally. Perhaps they’re only difficulties that we might be able to explain. And if we’re not clever enough perhaps the Vicar can.
[John shakes his head without speaking.
Sylvia.
Don’t you want to believe in God, John?
John.
No.
[There is a moment’s pause. Kate comes in to announce Dr. Macfarlane. This is a rather eccentric old man, with long white hair, small, with rosy cheeks. He is an old-fashioned country doctor, and wears rather shabby black clothes and carries a rusty silk hat in his hand. There is in him something of the gentleman farmer and something of the apothecary of a former day.