The path which led to the hall was long and winding and stretched around the perimeter of the grounds, and past the lake. As they neared the embankment, Corrine noticed a large stone structure which sat alone, across from the water.
“Oh, what is that?” she asked, peering through the window as they approached. “It looks like such a lonely little building, all by itself. Is it where your servants live?”
Vincent laughed. “No darling, that is the Goddard mausoleum, the final resting place for all of us. We will have to visit there soon to pay respects to my father as we missed his funeral.”
“I see,” replied Corrine. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to be disrespectful.”
“I’m sure my ancestors won’t take it to heart.”
“I have never seen one like it before. Is it usual to have one in the grounds?
