Julian looked at her with an expression she had never seen before—soft, almost tender. It was disgusting.
"Why not?" replied Laura, adjusting a hat that looked like a small, feathered hearse. "They will not complain of the crowding. And one meets such interesting people at funerals—people who are not merely dying to meet you, but have actually achieved the distinction of being dead in your vicinity." laura by saki pdf
And if a certain lean, dark young man happened to be standing near the yew tree, well—that would be a coincidence. Julian looked at her with an expression she