Wickham.
[Looking at his watch again.] I wish Wynne would hurry up. It’ll be beastly inconvenient if we miss that train.
Dorothy.
I don’t trust Miss Marsh. She looks as if she knew what was in the will.
Wickham.
I don’t suppose she does. Aunt Louisa wasn’t the sort of person to talk.
Dorothy.
I’m sure she knows she’s been left something.
Wickham.
Oh, well, I think she has a right to expect that. Aunt Louisa led her a dog’s life.