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MR TODD 
 
 
CARR [solemnly].  Truly, my dear sir, in the midst of 
life we are in death.  
[EUPHEMIA looks up and darts a furious glance at 
him for she knows that he is mocking British 
solemnity and cant.  
DELHOMME.  Crushed—crushed in a moment——  
MRS. OSSORY [very piously].  Without a warning.  Ah 
well, we must hope that——  [Her voice becomes a mumble. 
DELHOMME.  I will bid you good morning ;  I am sure 
you will not wish strangers to intrude upon your grief.  If 
there is anything that I can do—  
MRS. OSSORY [“ conventionally ”].  Pray do not leave us yet, 
Monsieur Delhomme.  Lunch is just ready.  
DELHOMME.  I really think that I should go.  
 
[He shakes hands. 
MRS. OSSORY.  Good morning.  We are so grateful for 
your sympathy and kindness.   [He turns to the old man.] 
Grandfather is asleep.  
[DELHOMME shakes hands coldly with CARR, wonder-
ing why he does not offer to come with him.  He 
goes to EUPHEMIA.  
EUPHEMIA.  [Jumps up and gives her hand, hiding her 
tear-stained face.  She has a slight lisp.]  Good morning, 
monsieur.  
[He bends over her hand and kisses it. 
DELHOMME.  Always my sympathy and devotion, made-
moiselle.  
EUPHEMIA.  Thank you—thank you.  
[Her real attitude to him is listlessness bordering on 
aversion, but constrained by politeness ;  he mis-
takes it for modesty striving with young love.]