He had been drawn by the shrieking to the scene of public spectacle as a vulture to carrion. Public humiliation nearly always warranted memorialising in a song.
Except – this was not the pair he had expected to see, with or without the horde of ankle-height miscreants around them. Mercy: Ford and the latest love of his death together... but did it have to be like this?
“Hang thee, Greengrass, get up, man,” Barnaby chided from a foot away, swimming imperviously into this disaster and sparing no sympathy for Ford’s state of being, because – more importantly – his best friend was making a fool of himself in front of Miss Chevalier. If he wasn’t careful, this would dampen Barnaby’s chances with her.
He cast a lofty look at the disastrous landscape around him, and a plaintive one at Miss Chevalier, who deserved none of this. “Shield her,” Barnaby demanded. “People are gawking.”
If he, helpless otherwise than to verbally direct, was also ogling her (shapely) legs, that was different. The temptation was simply too much for a dead man.
Except – this was not the pair he had expected to see, with or without the horde of ankle-height miscreants around them. Mercy: Ford and the latest love of his death together... but did it have to be like this?
“Hang thee, Greengrass, get up, man,” Barnaby chided from a foot away, swimming imperviously into this disaster and sparing no sympathy for Ford’s state of being, because – more importantly – his best friend was making a fool of himself in front of Miss Chevalier. If he wasn’t careful, this would dampen Barnaby’s chances with her.
He cast a lofty look at the disastrous landscape around him, and a plaintive one at Miss Chevalier, who deserved none of this. “Shield her,” Barnaby demanded. “People are gawking.”
If he, helpless otherwise than to verbally direct, was also ogling her (shapely) legs, that was different. The temptation was simply too much for a dead man.
