Death of a Fool
“When Ralph Stayne came into the inn yard, he stood there with his hands in his pockets and looked up at her. The sky had cleared and the sun shone quite brightly, making a dazzle on the window-pane. She seemed to be reading.
He scooped up a handful of fast-melting snow and threw it at the glass. It splayed out in a wet star. Camilla peered down through it and then pushed open the window.
“ ‘Romeo, Romeo,’ ” she said, “ ‘wherefore art thou Romeo?’ ”
“I can’t remember any of it to quo...te,” Ralph rejoined. “Come for a walk, Camilla. I want to talk to you.”
“O.K. Wait a bit.”
He waited. Bailey and Thompson came out of the side door of the pub, gave him good morning and walked down the brick path in the direction of the barn. Trixie appeared and shook a duster. When she saw Ralph she smiled and dimpled at him. He pulled self-consciously at the peak of his cap.MoreLess
He scooped up a handful of fast-melting snow and threw it at the glass. It splayed out in a wet star. Camilla peered down through it and then pushed open the window.
“ ‘Romeo, Romeo,’ ” she said, “ ‘wherefore art thou Romeo?’ ”
“I can’t remember any of it to quo...te,” Ralph rejoined. “Come for a walk, Camilla. I want to talk to you.”
“O.K. Wait a bit.”
He waited. Bailey and Thompson came out of the side door of the pub, gave him good morning and walked down the brick path in the direction of the barn. Trixie appeared and shook a duster. When she saw Ralph she smiled and dimpled at him. He pulled self-consciously at the peak of his cap.MoreLess
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