"I am--for myself. I have been dosed with the post-mortem virtues of those three Kaimes men until I feel that only wicked people are truly agreeable. I regret the Duke, who was a nice old sinner turned saint, and I lament Lord Frith for his goodness and sweetness of disposition--there."
"I never heard that Lord Frith had a sweet disposition."
"He hadn't; but I'm only saying the kind of things you expect me to say."
"Oh!" Askew looked shocked. "Have the--er--bodies been found?"
"I don't think so; but you can ask the executors who look after these things. Any more questions?"
"No; only I am sorry----"
"You said that before. You are sorry, I am sorry, we are sorry. I think that conjugation exhausts the subject. Let us talk of your yacht, Mr. Askew."
"She's all right," he murmured, confused. It was difficult to comprehend this woman, who so lightly dropped a family sorrow to take on a subject which he knew interested her but little.
"And when do you sail?"
"To-morrow or next day. I came to say good-bye."