Carve. (Who has picked up another paper, on mantelpiece.) What? "Admit Mr. Albert Shawn to Westminster Abbey, cloisters entrance.... Funeral.... Tuesday."... That's to-day, isn't it?
Janet. Yes.
Carve. (Moved.) But you told me he wasn't going to be buried in Westminster Abbey.
Janet. I know.
Carve. You told me Cyrus Carve had insisted on cremation.
Janet. (With vivacity.) And what did you expect me to tell you? I had to soothe you somehow; you were just about delirious. I was afraid if I told you the truth you'd be doing something silly—seeing the state you were in. Then it struck me a nice plain cremation at Woking was the very thing to keep you quiet.
Carve. (Still more moved.) Then he's.... Westminster Abbey!
Janet. Yes, I should say all is over by this time. There were thousands of people for the lying-in-state, it seems.
Carve. But it's awful. Absolutely awful.
Janet. Why is it awful?