[Very tenderly.] Don’t distress yourself, mother.
Mrs. Wharton.
I’m trying not to think of it, John. My only hope is that the end may come without suffering.
John.
I wasn’t thinking of that.
Mrs. Wharton.
[After a moment’s pause.] I don’t know what you mean, John.
John.
Yes, you do. You only have to look in father’s face.
Mrs. Wharton.