_She goes into the hall and opens the front door._
HUBERT (_outside_): Good afternoon, Mrs. Terence.
MRS. TERENCE: Oh ... come in, sir. (_Coming back into the room_)
It's a civilian for a change.
_She is followed by_ HUBERT.
HUBERT (_to_ OLIVIA): I say, this is all getting pretty terrible,
isn't it?
OLIVIA: Yes, terrible.
MRS. TERENCE: Oh, terrible, terrible. There's one word for it; it's
terrible. Forty-eight hours since they found 'er. They'll never get 'im
now.
HUBERT: Terrible....
MRS. TERENCE: There was another charabanc load just after two o'clock.
All standin' round the rubbish-'cap eatin' sandwiches. Sensation,
that's what it is.
OLIVIA: Would you like some food, Hubert?
HUBERT: Well, I--
MRS. TERENCE: They're still looking for the 'ead.
HUBERT (_to_ OLIVIA, _with a slight grimace_): No, thanks. I
had lunch.
MRS. TERENCE: Mangled, she was, mangled.... Did you see your name in
the _Express_, sir?
HUBERT: I--er--did catch a glimpse of it, yes.
MRS. TERENCE: Little did you think, sir, when you was digging that pit
for my rubbish, eh? 'E may 'ave been _watchin'_ you digging it .
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