All’s well that ends well
“Now, having reached this point, you could politely mention that this particular story, about how a ball game was born…, has nothing to do with how I became an antiquarian. And in fact, you would certainly be justified to do so. I will simply say that is has nothing to do, at all, but that I found it an interesting tale to brighten the moment, and it does explain how I came to live in the countryside, right in the middle of the island.”
Having said that, Sir John began to laugh, in a most contagious way. Almost immediately, Alicia, also, began to happily share his good mood and join in the laughter. Recovering himself and after having refilled the delicate porcelain cups with fresh tea, he continued:
“You see, the thing is that when I was yet to turn thirteen, my grandfather inherited this magnificent property, quite close to where we were living at the time. Shortly after, we moved to this other lovely town in the same region where the property was located. Now, this town was well known; because, William Shakespeare, our most prestigious poet, playwright, and writer was born there. He once mentioned that hell was totally empty, perhaps you have heard this before?” he inquired mischievously.
Alicia, surprised by his question, answered that she ignored it, though her curiosity was plainly displayed in her voice.
“Of course, my dear lady, for he pointed out that, in fact, all the devils were to be found right here, comfortably settled in among ourselves…!”
After which, they both began to laugh in chorus…
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