John.
It’s awfully good of you to give me something that belonged to him.
Mrs. Wharton.
That is nice of you, Charlotte.
Mrs. Littlewood.
Nonsense. It wasn’t any use to me any more. I thought it much better that John should have it than that it should lie in a safe. They tell me pearls go yellow if they’re not worn.
Mrs. Wharton.
John, dear, go and smoke a cigarette in the garden. I want to have a chat with Mrs. Littlewood.
John.
All right, mother.