It look Barnaby a beat to digest that remark, for he liked listening to no voice quite so well as his own – but it, combined with the man’s long-lost look, caught his attention just enough. Ah.
That explained his presence here.
“Ah, I would,” Barnaby sighed, and he was terribly grateful for the offer, for seldom did they come his way so sincerely, “but what good are the words? She would not have me even were I –” living; that did not need saying. “I might as well be lain in mine own grave.”
“Pray,” he added, venturing a question of his own, though he did not know how welcome it would be, “how long has it been since you and she were together?”
That explained his presence here.
“Ah, I would,” Barnaby sighed, and he was terribly grateful for the offer, for seldom did they come his way so sincerely, “but what good are the words? She would not have me even were I –” living; that did not need saying. “I might as well be lain in mine own grave.”
“Pray,” he added, venturing a question of his own, though he did not know how welcome it would be, “how long has it been since you and she were together?”
