He had expected her to be shocked and horror-stricken at first, before she realized that she had been relieved of a painful burden.

But she seemed to him to be really less moved by the murder of her husband than she would have been, had the Lord Loudwater carried out his not infrequent threat of shooting, or hanging, or drowning the cat Melchisidec.
"No one so far seems to be able to throw any light at all on the crime," said Mr.Manley.
Olivia frowned thoughtfully, but seemed to have no more to say on the matter.
"Well, then, I'll telegraph to Paley and Carrington, and ask Mr.
Carrington to come down," said Mr.Manley.
"Please," said Olivia.
Mr.Manley hesitated; then he said: "And I suppose that I'd better be getting some one to make arrangements about the funeral ?" "Please do everything you think necessary," said Olivia.

"In fact, you'd better manage everything till Mr.Carrington comes.

A man is much better at arranging important matters like this than a woman." "You may rely on me," said Mr.Manley, with a reassuring air, and greatly pleased by this recognition of his capacity.

"And allow me to assure you of my sincerest sympathy." "Thank you," said Olivia, and then with more animation and interest she added: "And I suppose I shall want some black clothes." "Shall I write to your dressmaker ?" said Mr.Manley.
"No, thank you.