carnaby. I have great hopes of Ann.
sarah. I hope she may be heartless. To be heartless is to be quite safe.
carnaby. Now we detect a taste of sour grapes in your mouth.
sarah. Butter and eggs.
carnaby. We must all start early in the morning. Sarah will take you, Ann, round the Brighton shops . . fine shops. You shall have the money. . .
sarah. I will not come with you.
carnaby. [Vexedly.] How absurd . . how ridiculous . . to persist in your silly sentiment.
sarah. [Her voice rising.] I'm tired of that world . . which goes on and on, and there's no dying . . . one grows into a ghost . . visible . . then invisible. I'm glad paint has gone out of fashion. . . the painted ghosts were very ill to see.
carnaby. D'ye scoff at civilisation?