Sad Cypress. Agatha Christie

      ‘But what about you? You must have something. Why don’t we dine first, and let them come down afterwards?’

      Elinor said:

      ‘No, the other way’s better.’ She added wildly, ‘They’re so touchy, you know.’

      She thought:

      ‘I can’t sit through a meal with him—alone—talking—behaving as usual…’

      She said impatiently:

      ‘Oh, do let me arrange things my own way!’