Michael Malone - Weebly

pursed her lips primly.
"Hum. It means being too intimate, hum, with
someone to whom you're not married, if, hum, you are
married."
"I know," said Polly. "Like Anna Karenina."
"It's a sin."
"Not anymore, is it?"
"Heavens, a sin's a sin. It's not like narrow lapels,
you know, or wide ones, which really I think have gone
too far. There, then." He laughed his benevolent laugh,
and pedagogic duty discharged to Highwick's
satisfaction, they walked back through the garden.
Polly looked at the erratically clipped rosebush.
"Sebastian Marco's going to kill you when he sees that!"
"That Sebastian! He thinks himself a genius, which
he may indeed be." The rector glanced at his gardener's
perfect striped tulips.
"However, it's all very well to be a genius, but when
you start to act like one, it's a different matter entirely.
When you can't even bother to answer a few civil
questions!"
"He quit again?"