What began as a somber brunch in honor of george dupont's memory escalated into a spectacle when an unexpected visitor arrived at the dupont’s doorsteps. mrs. buchanan, ever the center of gossip, claiming to have witnessed the entire spectacle upon her arrival, insisted her version of events was the most accurate. she recounts:
oh, my dear, it was the most scandalous affair, if you can imagine! Picture it: I arrived fashionably late, as my dear Andrew wasn't feeling quite the thing, you see. And as I made my grand entrance through the front doors, what do I behold but a scene of utter chaos! Wilson, the loyal butler to the late George, was engaged in a fierce altercation with a woman, shrouded in a veil of mystery – quite literally, I might add, as she was dressed head to toe in black. Her veil was so thick, I dare say I couldn't discern even a hint of her countenance! But I digress. This mysterious woman, she was causing an absolute ruckus, blocking the doorway and all. Wilson, the epitome of propriety, stood firm, refusing her entry, as any respectable servant ought. Can you fathom such impertinence? And then, my dear, the woman let out a blood-curdling shriek, proclaiming George had left her the house! Oh, the audacity! Poor Wilson, looking positively aghast, attempted to reason with her, to no avail. And then, in a fit of rage, she seized a champagne flute and hurled it at George's portrait! The gall of it all! Naturally, the staff had no choice but to promptly remove her from the premises. It was quite the spectacle, my dear, and at a memorial service no less! One simply shudders to think what has become of decency in these modern times!