(horses trotting) (staccato music) (buggy clanking) - Mr. Pryce.
It is extremely bad manners to call unannounced.
- Forgive me, my lady.
I was wondering if I might tempt you to take a ride in my buggy.
- Certainly not.
What's a man your age want with such a ridiculous item?
You may have no dignity but you are not going to sully mine.
- I've always thought that dignity was a highly overrated virtue.
- Mm, evidently.
- Tell me, will you be appearing at Mr. Colbourne's shooting party at Heyrick Park?
- I'm considering it.
It might be vaguely tolerable.
Perhaps we should arrive together.
Unless you find the thought too abhorrent.
- I suppose I could endure it, but we'll take my carriage.
Not that absurd buggy of yours.
(Mr. Pryce chuckles) (staccato music)