In the Heat of the Night

A tale as old as time

The duchess reclined on the chaise longue, her head tilted back.

"The days simply must get cooler at some point, don't you think?"

Lord Furham looked at her with impatience. "Don't be silly. Of course it will. We don't live in the desert, for goodness sake!"

The woman looked back at him accusingly. "I imagine her house is cool, in the shade of the wall."

Lord Furham turned away, furtively looking down and his desk, and read what he had written so far: "I promise I will come to you as soon as Lady Furham is 'out of the way...'"