Chapter 74
Someone asked Sir Laurence about what’d drawn him to this film, out of semi-retirement. He glanced down at every one of his co-stars and directors, and then over at George; he smiled and answered that he’d loved the novel for years, he’d loved the script, and he’d felt it was important. He also got a mischievous sparkle in those pale eyes and apologized for being so dreadful to Colby.
“He means in the film!” Colby said hastily. “You’re lovely, of course.”
“He and I,” Sir Laurence said wryly, “disagree about the respective merits of tea and coffee, but we’re both terrible fiends for Shakespearean trivia, so that’s all right. Though I believe I’m owed some homemade biscuits…”
One more question, and it went to all of them: what they’d take away, or take with them, from these roles and this experience. Jill said, “Oh, great question to end on, we can go down the line and let everyone answer!”