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The sun rose bright the next morning, as if it had heard there was a funeral in contemplation and was determined to be there. The party at the Load of Mischief rose considerably later, and more or less coincided at the breakfast table. "I am afraid we shall be losing you," said Mr. Pulteney to Angela. "A fortunate crime privileged us with your presence; when the mortal remains of it have been put away I suppose that your husband's work here is done? Unless, of course, Mrs. Davis's eggs and bacon have determined you to stay on here as a holiday."
"I really don't know what we are doing, Mr. Pulteney. My husband, of course, will have to write a report for those tiresome people at the office, and that will take a little time. Why do men always take a whole day to write a report? I don't suppose we shall be leaving till tomorrow in any case. Perhaps you will have caught a fish by then."