The Scene is the same as in the preceding Act.

Two days have passed. It is Wednesday afternoon.

Mrs. Wharton is sitting by a little table, looking reflectively in front of her. On the table is a work-basket, and by the side of this a baby’s shirt that she is making. A fire is alight in the grate. After a minute, John comes in. She looks up at him with a pleasant smile. He goes to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. She gently pats his hand.

John.

Are you idling, mother? It’s not often I catch you giving the devil an opportunity.

Mrs. Wharton.

Isn’t it wicked of me?

John.

What is this you’re up to? What in heaven’s name are you making a baby’s shirt for? Hang it all, I’m not married yet.

Mrs. Wharton.