“Wait!” he cried. “This reminds me of something—something in Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet? No. I’ve got it!—Pyramus and Thisbe.”
“I don’t see the slightest resemblance.”
“Read your Midsummer Night’s Dream. ‘Pyramus and Thisbe,’ says the story, ‘did talk through the chink of a wall,’” quoted Mifflin.
“We didn’t.”
“Don’t be so literal. You talked across a railing.”
“We didn’t.”
“Do you mean to say you didn’t talk at all?”
“We didn’t say a single word.”
Mifflin shook his head sadly.
“I give you up,” he said. “I thought you were a man of enterprise. What did you do?”