Why, what’s wrong with them? The fellow in the shop told me they were the right thing.
Dorothy.
I never saw anyone look quite so funereal as you do.
Wickham.
Well, you didn’t want me to get myself up as though I were going to a wedding, did you?
Norah.
Were there many people?
Dorothy.
Quite a lot. The sort of people who indulge in other people’s funerals as a mild form of dissipation.
Wickham.