You’re not supposed to laugh when a gentleman proposes marriage.” “I’m sorry, Julian. I can’t help it; it is too absurd. You must be bosky!” Harry Woodford quelled her laughter and eyed her friend curiously. Julian had dined with them informally, as he often did while in Kent. He’d only had sever...
His shirt clung to him in patches as he stretched. It was even warmer than yesterday, more like July than May. Beside him, Ben worked with a child’s seeming indifference to the heat. Jeremy bent back down and wielded his hoe, toiling on in the vain hope that heat and exertion would obliterate wha...