You like your money’s worth as well as another, I’ll bet you do and all.
LADYWESTHOLME. Kindly allow me to know my own mind, Mr. Higgs.
DRAGOMAN. (
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LADYWESTHOLME. No, Mahommed.
DRAGOMAN. Very nice expedition. Not difficult climb. Not get tired at all.
LADYWESTHOLME. I am
HIGGS. Well, if you ask me, I think it’s just ploom foolishness not to see all we can. We’ve paid our money, ’aven’t we?
LADYWESTHOLME. Unfortunately, yes. But there are certain decencies to be respected, though I am sure that it’s no good my attempting to explain them to
HIGGS. You don’t think I’d understand them? I would, though. All I say is, we’ve paid our money.
LADYWESTHOLME. (
HIGGS. It isn’t that you liked the old woman. Coom to that, nobody did. I’ve not noticed any signs of grieving in her family. Coom into a bit of brass, they ’ave, by the look of them.
MISSPRYCE. I so often think these things are a merciful release.
HIGGS. You bet
LADYWESTHOLME. Not at all. It is simply a question of not going off sightseeing just after a sudden and unexpected death. I have no feeling of
MISSPRYCE. (
LADYWESTHOLME. Don’t be a fool, Amabel. I know alcohol when I see it.
HIGGS. So do I. (
MISSPRYCE. I feel most strongly that one shouldn’t speak evil of the dead. At any rate, my lips are sealed.
HIGGS. (
(MISS PRYCE
MISSPRYCE. Well, really—I hardly know—it seems . . .
DRAGOMAN. I take you very nice walk. See place where Natabeans buried. Very
MISSPRYCE. A cemetery? I really think, Arethusa,
LADYWESTHOLME.
HIGGS. (
MISSPRYCE. I hardly know . . .
(HIGGS
HIGGS. Ee—coom on. I’ll look after yer. (
(MISS PRYCE, HIGGS
LADYWESTHOLME. Ah, Colonel Carbery, I wanted to speak to you.
CARBERY. (
LADYWESTHOLME. I do hope you understand that there must be no
CARBERY. (
LADYWESTHOLME. I am speaking
CARBERY. (
LADYWESTHOLME. Quite. But the whole thing is perfectly straightforward. The heat here was intense yesterday. Radiation off these rocks. Old Mrs. Boynton was obviously in poor health. (
CARBERY. Indeed? Do you happen to know that as a
LADYWESTHOLME. I am positive of it.
CARBERY. But you’ve no evidence—eh?
LADYWESTHOLME.
CARBERY. Unfortunately, I do.
LADYWESTHOLME. A sudden heat stroke is not in the least surprising under the circumstances.
CARBERY. No, no. Perfectly natural thing to happen, I agree. (
LADYWESTHOLME. So we shan’t be held up here?
CARBERY. No, no, I assure you, Lady Westholme. Horses will be along this afternoon, and arrangements made for removing the—er—body. We can all leave together.