"Well, I don't happen to have any thin mourning with me."
Her voice had changed again. When she said that it was as hard as a stone.
Isaacson sat down near her. His block of stone was in the sunshine.
"Besides what does it matter here? And I never even knew Harwich, except by sight."
Isaacson said nothing, and after a pause she added:
"So I can't be very sorry. But Nigel's been very much upset by it."
"Has he?"
"Terribly. I dare say you know how sensitive he is?"
"Yes."
"He couldn't go back for the funeral. It was too far. He wouldn't have been in time."