The dinner was nothing short of wonderful--a sort of Japanese-style melange of carefully prepared foods--a large variety of flavors and textures beautifully presented and served. We left the table perfectly satisfied.
After the meal those who wished to met in the conservatory for a short program of chamber music performed very capably by members of the household staff.
Angela, complying with requests from friendly guests, sang two folk-songs in a lovely clear soprano voice with the accompaniment of a solo viola d'amore played by Charles--certainly very becoming entertainment.
It had been a very full day for us.
The guests who had arrived from other nearby homes said their good-nights and left in twos and threes and the Heavenly Abode became darkened and silent for the night.
Starry and I met for a brief conversation in the upstairs hallway near our bedrooms.
"A pleasant evening, wasn't it, Constable?" Starry remarked.
"Awfully nice." I replied, "but keep alert my friend. Ghosts love to do their haunting late at night, you know." as I entered my bedroom and gently closed the door behind me.