Mrs. Fisher:
Really!
Lottie:
Really what?
Mrs. Fisher:
Well... really!
Caroline:
I want to just sit and not talk and not have to be the centre of attention all the time. You know what that's like don't you?
Rose:
No.
Lottie:
I was just thinking about cuckoo's for some reason. It's odd.
Mrs. Fisher:
Very odd.
Mrs. Fisher:
In my day husbands and beds were very seldom mentioned in the same breath. Husbands were taken seriously, as the only true obstacle to sin.
Lottie:
Did you know Keats?
Mrs. Fisher:
Keats! No I didn't, and I didn't know Shakespeare or Chaucer either.
Mrs. Fisher:
[
to Lottie] I hope you're not in the habit of seeing dead people, however distinguished – it’s not in the best of taste! I'm sure the last thing I would want to see is my late husband Mr. Fisher crossing the road in front of my house.
Mrs. Fisher:
That's a beautiful dress...
Caroline:
No I've had it a hundred years.
Mrs. Fisher:
...but you must be very cold in it. Its easy to catch a chill here after dark. You look as if you had nothing on underneath.
Caroline:
I haven't.
Mellersh Wilkins:
Lady Caroline, housekeeping for a party that includes my wife - you render me speechless! You do know she's the daughter of Lord Dester, THE Lord Dester?
Mrs. Fisher:
Ah! Well that accounts for it then. The botch-up her father made in his department during the war was a national scandal!
Mellersh Wilkins:
They never could actually prove anything.
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