In response to her frown, he went on, ‘Yes, that did seem a bit much but it was the Mater’s idea, according to Trix.’
Not wholly convinced, Carrie could only hope that she and Rud would get away before Trix started causing problems. Nothing had prepared her for the scene that she found taking place in the drawing room on the morning of the funeral.
‘Now, Trix, you know you can’t go upstairs to see the Mater. The men are bringing the coffin down. Listen, you can hear them.’
Rud was holding his sister’s hand, straining, as Carrie saw, to keep her in the drawing room, away from their father. Lockwood was standing shrunk with grief, bareheaded by the wide space left by the open front door. Jack Fleming had taken himself away to the window where he stood with averted gaze. Impatient as she f
