Chapter Ten
The scene out at the family plot even took stout-hearted Gussie aback, so unusual a sight did it present.
A cluster of intrepid souls ventured out into the crisp, clear air, Gussie (thanks to Miss Frostell’s efforts) closely wrapped up in her warmest pelisse, with a scarf about her neck. The two children of the house stuck close to them, Miss Selwyn claiming an incipient and paralysing boredom if she was left out of the scheme, and Lord Maundevyle venturing nothing in explanation of his curiosity save a slight smile.
Great-Aunt Honoria, of course, enjoyed the adventure to an uncommon degree. ‘It’s better than a picnic!’ she declared, bobbing along above Gussie’s head.
‘With corpses in place of cake, and instead of porcelain tea-cups we shall have aged bones,’ said Gussie. ‘
