A Convenient Marriage unplugged . . .
Do tell, my dears! Has any one of you ever listened to a novel read by a darkly dangerous voice whilst driving? I do not mean, my loves, in a chaise, or phaeton or similar elegant equipage. I mean in a four wheel drive. That is not to say, you understand, a four in hand. A four in hand would be matched blacks, or greys, or even bays. No. Quite simply I mean an auto-mobile. Terrifyingly and quite simply so.