Synopsis: "Egbert and his wife, the Lady Anne, are having tea, or attempting to, in the dimness of a late winter afternoon. I say 'attempting to' because Lady Anne is not touching her tea and in fact is not responding to any of Egbert's entreaties to heal the breach that he thinks a luncheon disagreement has brought about. He is conciliatory. He is apologetic. Finally, a thoroughly abashed Egbert fires a parting shot—'Aren't we being very silly?'—and marches off to dress for dinner and hope for a thaw. The cat seizes the opportunity to leap up on the bookshelf and harass the caged bullfinch but '...Lady Anne made no sign of interfering. She had been dead for two hours.'" (Jerome Shea)