Bundle made a grimace.

“Why need people die in my room?” she asked with some indignation.

“That’s just what I’ve been saying,” said Lord Caterham, in triumph. “Inconsiderate. Everybody’s damned inconsiderate nowadays.”

“Not that I mind,” said Bundle valiantly. “Why should I?”

“I should,” said her father. “I should mind very much. I should dream things, you know⁠—spectral hands and clanking chains.”

“Well,” said Bundle. “Great Aunt Louisa died in your bed. I wonder you don’t see her spook hovering over you.”

“I do sometimes,” said Lord Caterham, shuddering. “Especially after lobster.”

“Well, thank heaven I’m not superstitious,” declared Bundle.