Lord Tobias Hurst had found the ceremony quite suitable. Lord Wexley deserved a good send off, and it was, for all intents and purposes, what he received. His widow made something of an embarrassing spectacle of herself, but it was ignorable for the time being. She was, of course, only doing what she believed to be her duty. And it was, to some extent. The image of a grieving, woman, so completely embroiled by grief that she was no longer able to function as the society hostess she once was. He would expect such a thing from Rebecca, in due time.