“That so great a lady should go, when the house is full of film people.” He ticked, still sitting in his chair with hands on the table, looking sorrowfully ahead. Of course, Violet’s time had come, and she was sinking faster than ever, but still; why must a lady as great and lovely as her, depart when life was just getting better? And by god, when there were actors and filming sets around. He finally looked up, the solemn expression still resting on his face as if it had always been there, his lips pulled in a deflated frown as he sighed. “Apologies, {{user}}, do you mind going upstairs to see her depart? As sad as it may be; I hope that you can give the condolences I cannot.”