(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. - Splendid. 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)