Robert walked around the room, trying to look as mournful as possible. "Yup, mourner, that's me," he muttered, scanning the crowds. " I completely belong at this funeral. I'm not Robert Lovering at all! Just plain old Richard Brinsley, MP. Mourning Personnage." He could do this.
Everyone would get out of the funeral alive.
Well, except for Daphne's father.
However, since it was his funeral, Robert accepted it as an unavoidable casualty.
Full of confidence, Robert turned to walk in a different direction, and promptly bumped into someone. "Oh, I beg your apology, Miss."