Mr Randall blushed slightly and tried to deny it, but his wife’s eyes didn’t leave room for that. Reluctantly, he admitted she was right, although rage boiled in his blood.
“Aye, that’s true,” he said. “She flirted with all of us. Mr Reid didn’t notice her, you know. But as a rule, he doesn’t notice anyone else but his wife. I’m afraid there isn’t much trust in their marriage. He’s quite the jealous type, if you know what I mean. They quarrel all day long, the two of them. You hear their shouts from afar.”
“Indeed,” his wife approved, pursing her lips. “One day he’ll kill her, you’ll see. I think they should split up. Those two aren’t meant to live together,” she nodded. “Each one would be better with someone else.”
“Don’t be a dolt,” Mr Randall contradicted her with a condescending voi
