“This week should give the old fellows a lot to ramble on about,” she thought. “Reformation Sunday, All Saints and All Souls Days, Guy Fawkes Day.”
As always, the doting niece sat still, riveted by their pseudo~scholarly debate. The boys spent hours making profound observations about history, theology, philosophy, as self~professed paragons of erudition always do.
“There’s only one thing that has me going crazy with suspense, though,” she couldn’t help wondering. “Has either of them ever once really played chess?”