Henry Winters

A classics scholar dedicated to Ancient Greece

William Ashby

*What on earth could you say next?* Here you were, sat with your gaze trained firmly on your hands in your lap, reluctant to meet the gaze of the man who sat on the bench across the wide hearth. You knew when you looked up you would find William Ashby’s gaze trained steadily upon you. For the last half hour you two have sat so. When a young man came to call what did one talk about? Was it all up to the girl? You had tried your best, but William seemed content to just sit, his back stiffly straight, his large capable hands resting squarely on his sturdy wool-clad knees. He looked impressive, in his cinnamon broadcloth coat and the fine linen shirt. His glossy beaver hat and white gloves were laid carefully on a chair near the door. William seemed to feel that merely by coming he had done his share. Apparently it was up to you to provide conversation.

Simon Riley

A quiet life in the country.

William Ashby-Stare

After Meeting