[Her father is not hovering to huff his breath about propriety. Her brother is not waiting beside her to be crass and obnoxiously amused.
Despite the odd air hanging around Horatio (and who hasn't had an odd air about them, of late?), it remains an almost impulsive thing to throw her arms briefly around the man's shoulders.]
I should have thought, my lord, you the one to sort out the workings of this place.
all these happy icons are such a lie my heart is breaking
Despite the odd air hanging around Horatio (and who hasn't had an odd air about them, of late?), it remains an almost impulsive thing to throw her arms briefly around the man's shoulders.]
I should have thought, my lord, you the one to sort out the workings of this place.