That's when I'll finally fail to coddle you. Then you'll learn, and learn it well and good. Don't be so damned melodramatic. Life is appallingly more dull than novelists make it out to be, and I shouldn't be at all surprised if I live eighty more years in absolute boredom with no dramatic comeuppance to speak off. One day I'll just slump over my strained carrots and that'll be that.
Death's just as much as a pathetic yawn as the rest of it was.
I'm going into town this evening, Charles, and the servants will be off. You'll be all alone. At last I'll be able to prance around naked in the rose garden like I've desperately wished. Don't talk like a pervert, Charles. Oh, it's all the rage amongst the passionate youth, Auntie.