Judith
Sadly.
A change has come over my children of late. I have tried to shut my eyes to it, but in vain. At my time of life one must face bitter facts!
Simon
This is going to be the blackest Saturday till Monday we’ve ever spent.
Judith
Tenderly.
Sorel, you mustn’t cry.
Sorel
Don’t sympathise with me; it’s only temper.
Judith
Clasping her.
Put your head on my shoulder, dear.
Simon
Bitterly.
Your head like the golden fleece. …