“What’s the sport in that ?” laughed the lady, still displaying the same undercurrent of secret excitement. “The fun of looking at graves is all in the person you look at them with ⁠ ⁠… isn’t it, Gerda? I’m sure you must have enjoyed yourself watching all the fuss people make!”

“I can’t help my father being a monument-maker,” said Gerda gravely. “It’s a trade, like any other trade.”

“I’m not quarrelling with your father’s profession, child,” Mrs. Solent rapped out. “I’m only saying that there’s no sport in looking at graves by oneself; and I do want to see this one.”