“Well—” began Lord Charles.
“My dear, look at it! It’s monstrous, Charlie. Still it’s a house and it’s quite large. My plan is that we get rid of this flat and live in it. Rent free. Until we decide whether we are to use Deepacres.”
“Mummy, we can’t,” said Frid. “It’s too ghastly.”
“What?”
“The Brummell Street house.”
“Do you mean Giggle or the furniture, Frid?”
“Well, both. The furniture, really. I don’t believe in ghosts though of course it would be rather awful if Giggle’s blood—”
“That will do, Frid,” said Lord Charles.
“Drip, drip, drip.”
“Frid!”