Up in her bedroom, Ellen wept into her pillow. Down in the woodland, Philip and Claire kissed and clung and could not keep the thought of a dead man's money from their minds. Up and down the gravelled drive Peta walked with her love and would not speak kindly to him because he had brought all this trouble upon them "instead of just letting poor Grandfather be buried and not making any fuss." On the marble terrace Bella sat listlessly, her pretty face swollen with tears of pity and loneliness and grief; and down on the lawn among the buttercups and daisies Edward grew weary of Rosy-Posy's artless prattle and suddenly wondered what it would be like to stick a hypodermic needle into her; and whether it was himself, the real Edward, just thinking it to frighten himself, or whether it was his other self who had put the thought into his head—and whether he was mad, whether he was dangerous, whether he was already once a murderer ..