#captain hastings
‘I remember coming up here when we were at Cambridge,’ Arthur says conversationally as Poirot inspects the path. The bushes and hedges and drooping tree limbs. ‘His family threw some amazing parties, back in the day. We’d take our sweethearts out here for a bit of…you know. Well, he would. I was sweet on his sister, swell girl, but she wasn’t that interested.’
‘Mon pauvre Hastings,’ Poirot replies without sounding much sorry for him at all.
they’re a hoot and a joy when they’re together
the scene where the dude accidentally chloroforms himself is hysterical and i did rewatch it several times, but please allow me to draw your attention to Hastings’ facial journey
“You see, Hastings? A fellow enthusiast.”
God bless Hugh Fraser for the way he made Hastings smile at Poirot.
“This Monsieur Wordsworth, the poet of these parts, he annoys me Hastings… You know what cheers him, mon ami? A good wine? A large beefsteak? The company of a woman most enchanting? Non! A daffodil who is… beside the lake, beneath the trees—”
“Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
Poirot 6.04: Dumb Witness
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