[Drily.] If you feel you really must pour out your sympathy, you may; but I don’t know that I particularly want it.
Mrs. Wharton.
No one can understand you. You’ve behaved so strangely since you came back from France.... I think it was dreadful of you to go to the theatre when the poor lad was hardly cold in his grave. You seem to think of nothing but bridge.
Mrs. Littlewood.
I suppose different people take things in different ways.
Mrs. Wharton.
I wonder if you’re quite in your right mind.
Mrs. Littlewood.
[Somewhat amused.] Yes, I saw you wondered that.
Mrs. Wharton.