“Oh, no, I shouldn't know him if I saw him,” said Violet. “It isn't that. I just don't like talking about gruesome things.”
“She's being womanly,” explained Antonia. Her eye alighted on a couple of gold-necked bottles. “Where the hell did they spring from?”
“I boned 'em off Frank Crewe,” replied Kenneth. “We've got to celebrate this.”
“Kenneth!”
“That's all right,” soothed Antonia. “He meant his accession to wealth.”
“But you can't drink champagne when Mr Vereker's been murdered! It isn't decent!”
“I can drink champagne at any time,” replied Antonia.
“What have you done to your nails?”
Violet extended her hands. “Silver lacquer. Do you like it?”
“No,” said Antonia. “Kenneth, if you're the heir you'll have to make me an allowance, because I want a new car.”