Weather charms that had malfunctioned. There was something ironic in the Sanditon being such a safe little British paradise – an imported resort with its exotic creatures and merpeople-adorned waters and weather meant to be nice, without any of the supposed dangers of foreign travel – and then doing such great damage as this.
“I suppose that’s one way to put off the guests,” Frank said aloud, and to his horror it sounded far more flippant than he had meant. And yes, maybe in truth he wasn’t sure why they were bothering to fix up this ballroom at all – it seemed to him like closing down for good would make more sense, a deserved ignominious end for this trite place – but this was the architect he was speaking to, and Frank’s brother had just died here, and those words were the wrong ones. His finger tapped nervously against the metal flask.
“I suppose that’s one way to put off the guests,” Frank said aloud, and to his horror it sounded far more flippant than he had meant. And yes, maybe in truth he wasn’t sure why they were bothering to fix up this ballroom at all – it seemed to him like closing down for good would make more sense, a deserved ignominious end for this trite place – but this was the architect he was speaking to, and Frank’s brother had just died here, and those words were the wrong ones. His finger tapped nervously against the metal flask.