Why, dear?

Sir Randle.

The sad business was most abominably mismanaged. No reporters.

Lady Filson.

No reporters!

Sir Randle.

Not a single pressman in the porch. [Blowing into a glove.] Pfhh! Poor old Macfarlane! [Pulling at his second glove.] The public will never learn the names of those who assembled, at serious inconvenience to themselves, to pay respect to his memory.

Lady Filson.

Shocking!

Sir Randle.