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Felicity's obsequies had been celebrated with due pomp, and -- fate still continuing in her ironic vein -- Lady Bletchley's first visit to the most imposing of her new country houses -- there were half a dozen of them -- was made under circumstances which precluded all enjoyment of its beauties.
As Miss Ransome noted the throng of delegates and journalists who crowded round Felicity's grave, and glanced at the inscriptions on gigantic wreaths sent by societies and institutions, she repeated to herself with less of cynicism than sincere compassion, "Poor thing, how she would have enjoyed it!"