HUBERT: Well, I—
MRS. TERENCE: They're still looking for the 'ead.
HUBERT (to OLIVIA, with a slight grimace): No, thanks. I had lunch.
MRS. TERENCE: Mangled, she was, mangled…. Did you see your name in the Express, sir?
HUBERT: I—er—did catch a glimpse of it, yes.
MRS. TERENCE: Little did you think, sir, when you was digging that pit for my rubbish, eh? 'E may 'ave been watchin' you digging it … ooh! I have to sit in my kitchen and think about it.
HUBERT: Then why don't you leave?
MRS. TERENCE (indignantly): How can I leave, with the whole village waitin' on me to tell 'em the latest? (Going towards the kitchen) I 'eard 'er 'ead must have been off at one stroke. One stroke….
HUBERT: Really.
MRS. TERENCE (turning at the door): She wasn't interfered with, though.