"Then you know practically nothing about my aunt. Her great tragedy£¨±¯¾ç£© happened just three years ago," said the child, “Out through that window, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday. She has often told me about Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing ‘Bertie, why do you bound?"'

At this time, Mrs. Sappleton came in, greeting, “I hope you don't mind the open window." She talked on cheerfully about the shooting. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less scary topic. "The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, and an absence of mental excitement." he announced, "On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement," he continued.