"Not at all," Margaret said. "But I'm afraid you won't find much of interest." She sat down on the tomb, and dug her hands into the pockets of her Burberry. "I didn't know you were keen on this sort of thing."
"I know very little about it," he said, "but I've always been interested in ruins. It's a pity this has been allowed to go. There's some fine Norman work."
She agreed, but seemed to be more interested in the contemplation of one of her own shoes. "Are you staying here long?" she asked.
"Only for another week or so," he replied. "I'm on holiday, you know."
"Yes, you told me so." She looked up, smiling. "By the way, what do you do, if it isn't a rude question?"
"I fish mostly."
"I meant in town."
"Oh, I see. I have my work, and I manage to get some golf over the week-ends. Do you play?"
"Very badly," Margaret answered, feeling baulked. She tried again. "What sort of work do you do?"
"Mostly office-stuff, and very dull," he said.