The women on either side looked at her curiously wondering if she were ill.
“Don't you want anything to read?”
“Nothing to read.”
“Or eat?”
“Or eat.”
“Then I'll say goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
Another woman pushed past Jock into the carriage, laden with light parcels.
When the news became known Marjorie said to Allan,
“Well, anyway, this will mean the end of Mr. Beaver.”
But Polly Cockpurse said to Veronica,
“That's the end of Tony so far as Brenda is concerned.”
The impoverished Lasts were stunned by the telegram.
They lived on an extensive but unprofitable chicken farm near Great Missenden.
It did not enter the heads of any of them that now, if anything happened, they were the heirs to Hetton.
Had it done so, their grief would have been just as keen.
Jock drove from Paddington to Brat's.
One of the men by the bar said,
“Ghastly thing about Tony Last's boy.”
“Yes, I was there.”
“No, were you?
What a ghastly thing.”
Later a telephone message came:
“Princess Abdul Akbar wishes to know whether you are in the club.”
“No, no, tell her I'm not here,” said Jock.
Seven
The inquest was held at eleven o'clock next morning; it was soon over.
The doctor, the bus-driver, Ben and Miss Ripon gave evidence.
Miss Ripon was allowed to remain seated.
She was very white and spoke in a trembling voice; her father glared at her from a near-by seat; under her hat was a small bare patch, where they had shaved off the hair to clean her cut.
In his summary the coroner remarked that it was clear from the evidence that nobody was in any way to blame for the misadventure; it only remained to express the deep sympathy of the court to Mr. Last and Lady Brenda in their terrible loss.
The people fell back to allow Tony and Brenda to reach their car.
Colonel Inch and the hunt secretary were both present.
Everything was done with delicacy and to show respect for their sorrow.
Brenda said,
“Wait a minute.
I must just speak to that poor Ripon girl.”
She did it charmingly.
When they were in the car, Tony said,
“I wish you had been here yesterday.
There were so many people about and I didn't know what to say to them.”
“What did you do all day?”
“There was the shameless blonde … we played animal snap some of the time.”
“Animal snap?
Was that any good?”
“Not much … It's odd to think that yesterday this time it hadn't happened.”
“Poor little boy,” said Brenda.
They had scarcely spoken to each other since Brenda's arrival.
Tony had driven to the station to meet her; by the time they reached the house Mrs. Rattery had gone to bed; that morning she left in her aeroplane without seeing either of them.
They heard the machine pass over the house, Brenda in her bath, Tony downstairs in his study attending to the correspondence that had become necessary.