Then Fyne uttered a solemn: "Certainly not," with profound assurance.

But immediately after he added a "Very highly strung young person indeed," which unsettled me again.

Was it a tragedy?
"Nobody ever got up at six o'clock in the morning to commit suicide," I declared crustily.

"It's unheard of! This is a farce." As a matter of fact it was neither farce nor tragedy.
Coming up to the cottage we had a view of Mrs.Fyne inside still sitting in the strong light at the round table with folded arms.

It looked as though she had not moved her very head by as much as an inch since we went away.