"It would," said Barbara, "if you don't see the fun of it."
"You can't expect me to see the fun of my own funeral."
"Funeral? Is it as bad as all that?"
"It has been as bad as all that—Barbara."
He brooded.
"And then you came, with your sweetness. And your little serious face—"
"Is my face serious?"
"Very. To me. Other people may think you frivolous and amusing. I daresay you are amusing—to them."
"I hope so."
"You hope so because you want to hide your real self from them. But you can't hide it from me. I've seen it all the time, Barbara."