" Before it's too late. A word of good advice." (His voice became sepulchral.)

“算太晚的忠告。”他的声音变得低沉而宽宏了。

Thou knowest best, was the sepulchral reply, the seven hundred and seventy-seventh wouldn't be too much, would it?

你比我懂得多, 他阴森森地答道, 七百七十七分之一会太多吧, 会吗?

" Morning, Arthur, " he said in a sepulchral voice as the lift began to descend, " Don't often see you down here."

“早上好，亚瑟，”电梯降时，他用忧郁低沉的声音说，“最近怎么看见你来。”