Robert Smythe Hichens
Library of Alexandria
I had arrived at Inley Abbey that afternoon, and was sitting at dinner with Inley and his pretty wife, whom I had not seen for five years, since the day I was his best man, when we all heard faintly the tolling of a church bell. Lady Inley shook her shoulders in a rather exaggerated shudder.
said her husband.
It’s a mistake to build a church in the grounds of a house,
Lady Inley said in her clear, drawling soprano voice.
That noise gives me the blues.
Whom can it be for?