Dorothy.
We’ll dispute the will. It’s undue influence. I suspected Miss Marsh from the beginning. I hate her. Oh, why doesn’t Wynne come?
[There is a ring at the bell.]
Wickham.
Here he is, I expect.
Dorothy.
The suspense is too awful.
Wickham.
Pull yourself together, old girl. And I say, look a bit dismal. After all, we’ve just come from a funeral.
Dorothy.