To the Manor Born1979

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
Thank God that's over. I can't stand the offhand manner of these undertakers. When I was down at that office yesterday, I saw them playing hoopla with the reeds.

Marjory:
I suppose it's their way of life.

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
Nonsense. It's just another example of fallen standards. Are they out of sight?

Marjory:
Yes, I think so.

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
Good, I can take this damn hat off. If one thing guaranteed to make a widow feel grizzly, it's having to face the immediate future through a veil.

Marjory:
I think you were awfully brave, Audrey. You kept your composure very well.

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
Marjory, how long have we been friends?

Marjory:
Oh, all of our lives just about.

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
And you agree that a great bond of respect and trust has grown up between us? That is if we overlook the little matter of the crush we both had on Cynthia Fitzsimmons of Beddingham.

Marjory:
I'm sorry.

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
Because I don't want you to breathe a word of what I'm going to do now.

Marjory:
Oh, of course I won't. It's only natural that you should want to have a little emotional outburst in private.

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
Thank you, Marjory. Nobody looking, is there?

Marjory:
No.

Audrey fforbes-Hamilton:
Right, here goes. Yipee! There. Oh I feel so much better now.