'My heart is not of the stuff to break,' he said, and laughed off her fortuitous thrust straight into it. 'Another cup, yes. I came...'
'By night,' said she, 'and cleverly found your way, and dined at The Three Ravens, and walked to The Crossways, and met no ghosts.'
'On the contrary—or at least I saw a couple.'
'Tell me of them; we breed them here. We sell them periodically to the newspapers!'
'Well, I started them in their natal locality. I saw them, going down the churchyard, and bellowed after them with all my lungs. I wanted directions to The Crossways; I had missed my way at some turning. In an instant they were vapour.'
Diana smiled. 'It was indeed a voice to startle delicate apparitions! So do roar Hyrcanean tigers. Pyramus and Thisbe—slaying lions! One of your ghosts carried a loaf of bread, and dropped it in fright; one carried a pound of fresh butter for home consumption. They were in the churchyard for one in passing to kneel at her father's grave and kiss his tombstone.'
She bowed her head, forgetful of her guard.
The pause presented an opening. Redworth left his chair and walked to the mantelpiece. It was easier to him to speak, not facing her.
'You have read Lady Dunstane's letter,' he began.
She nodded. 'I have.'