“Rilly! How interesting!”
This constraint was irksome. He ventured:
“How is the old boy? Sir Joseph, I mean. He’s well, I hope.”
Her eyes widened. “Didn’t you know? Didn’t you read in the papers––about their death together?”
“Theirs? His wife and he died together?”
“Yes.”
“In a submarine attack?”
“No, at home. It was in all the papers––about their dying on the same night, from––from ptomaine poisoning.”
“No!”