It was delicious.

And I went on in deferential accents: "Am I to understand then that you entertain the theory of suicide ?" I don't know that I am liable to fits of delirium but by a sudden and alarming aberration while waiting for her answer I became mentally aware of three trained dogs dancing on their hind legs.

I don't know why.
Perhaps because of the pervading solemnity.

There's nothing more solemn on earth than a dance of trained dogs.
"She has chosen to disappear.

That's all." In these words Mrs.Fyne answered me.