Not when you get there.
Miss Pringle.
Why don’t you draw the blinds?
Norah.
I thought I ought to wait till they come back from the funeral.
Miss Pringle.
It must be a great relief to you now it’s all over.
Norah.
Sometimes I can’t realise it. These last few weeks I hardly got to bed at all, and when the end came I was utterly exhausted. For two days I could do nothing but sleep. Poor Miss Wickham. She did hate dying.
Miss Pringle.