‘Ass! Oh, it’s not fair. You always make me laugh. I can’t fight – I’m so tired. You don’t seem to know what being tired is. Stop. Let go. I won’t be bullied. Thank God! there’s the telephone.’
‘Damn the telephone!’
‘It’s probably something very important.’
She got up and went to the instrument, leaving Wimsey on his knees, looking, and feeling, sufficiently absurd.
Damn. That was one tense romantic crisis. More please!
Oh, and it is entirely impossible to picture Wimsey and Harriet as anyone else but the characters portrayed by Edward Petherbridge and Harriet Walter.