“I’ve always meant to ask you—what did you mean?”
Patricia crossed to her husband and set her cheek against his.
“I meant that you had the keys of heaven,” she said. “And I was perfectly right.”
TOBY
TOBY
“You know,” said Cicely Voile, “you’re a great relief.”
Her companion opened one eye.
“Why?”
“Because you don’t make love.”
Captain Toby Rage folded his hands upon his stomach and regarded the blue heaven. This the April sun had to himself and, making the most of his monarchy, set the whole firmament ablaze.