Miss Delacourt Has Her Day (25 page)

From time to time they were content to float free, and Anthony would take his place by the side of his beloved wife and quote poetry.

“Do please recite that one, Anthony!”

“Which one is that?” he asked with an idle air, engrossed in curling one of her silky locks around his fingers.

“I’m persuaded you know just the one I mean! It is my favorite above all of Shakespeare’s sonnets, the one that claims “rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.”

“Ah, yes, that one” Leaning close to gaze into her shining eyes, he began.