PAUL. Wilson, of Norton Parva, is catering for Mrs. Taylor's wedding.
MRS. MUNNING. You mean to say that Wilson got there first?
PAUL. He hadn't been.
MRS. MUNNING. Then how's he got the order?
PAUL. He's going to get it. It's the same old tale. They'd heard our weddings aren't as pleasant as they used to be. Knew we were nearest, but they thought they'd give Wilson a chance. A good ten pounds gone from us there.
MRS. MUNNING. Well, I don't know.
PAUL. And I don't know. If I knew I'd alter it. We're doing things no different from what we always did, and yet it's got about our style's gone off. It's not gone off.
MRS. MUNNING. I'm sure it's not. What do they say? Do they tell you anything?
PAUL. Folks with a wedding in their house are too uplifted to say much. They don't explain. What I make out is we're not so hearty as we used to be.
MRS. MUNNING. Hearty?