[last lines]
Lady Melbourne
[sternly about Lady Caroline] Look sir, I must tell my son that she is dead. What am I to tell him that she died of.
Physician
I can only repeat, madam: her nervous system was both morbidly delicate and unnaturally fearful, and was, in the end, overwhelmed.
Lady Melbourne
[angrily] With what?
Physician
If I could tell you that, I would be a philosopher, not a physician.
Lady Melbourne
[exasperated] Well, I do not understand.
Mrs. Buller
[tearfully] I dare say you don't, mum. A broken heart. That's what she died of.
Lady Melbourne
[matter-of-factly after pondering it for a few seconds] My God. Wouldn't she!