“Is that clock right?”
“I’m afraid it is, Sybil.”
“I’ll just go outside and wait for him, then. I’ll have the book ready,” said Lady Sybil. “He won’t let anything stop him, you know.”
“I’m sure he won’t,” said Bunty.
“Although things can be very treacherous in the lower valley at this time of–” her husband began, and was fried into silence by his wife’s stare.
It was six minutes to six.
– there’s still time |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!