"Of course it is! It was shabbos yesterday!"
"Of course, of course!" He began to apprehend how time had been annihilated for him. "Of course it's Sunday! What was I talking about? And you say it's in a few hours then?"
"The man from the burial society has just been in. He says the cabs'll come about two, he thinks; somebody said that funerals are the only things that Jews are in time about. Oh, Philip, Philip, they'll not be late; what does it matter when they come?"
"Oh, so there'll be cabs?"
"Yes, there'll be cabs!"
"And there'll be—you know—a hearse?"
"What do you keep on asking these questions for? Of course there must be!"
"What's all those heavy noises for, in the parlour? What is it they're moving about?"
"Don't, Philip, don't! Come back into the kitchen!"
"It's the coffin! Isn't it the coffin?"