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Mercedes Benz? Who is she?

A woman of illreput and sorded morals by all accounts.

Quite a little run-around from what I have heard.

It seems that my tea party was a success.

So when is the next coming out ball? As in debutonts of course.

Polar Boy,

Organizing my tea party has taxed me. Would you arrange the next ball? I trust that it would be no problem for a man of your stature.

Quislet dear, do you have a parasol I could borrow? I would like to take a walk in the garden with young Mister Loser, but I fear the sun would put an unseemly blush on my delicate complexion

Princess,

I always keep an extra parasol handy for just such occassions. It is a white one so as to match the user's outfit.

There is a bench for you and your gentleman caller may sit upon near the rose bushes. It affords one some privacy yet also is viewable by the discreet eye of a chaperone.

Oh dear quiz it is most dreadful to see you taxed so.

You have are all offically invited to the victorian ball provided you are of a suitable social standing. So prepare your dance cards and get your house maids to prepare your finery because we have an evening of class (and under stair shenanigans) ahead of us.

Quis, be a dear and have your servant see to it that a pitcher of lemonade is on hand for the young romantics. I should hate to see them parched.

Semi,

That is a maarvelous suggestion. I will whip up two pitchers of my Aunt Evagelina's Special Lemonade. It has a little kick to it.

Would you care to to sit with me and have a taste while the Princess strolls among the flora of the garden with her gentleman caller? We can discuss the upcoming ball that Mr. Polar Boy is arranging.

I would love a glass of lemonade, my good man. We can sit and have a chat about the latest shennanigans in the House of Lords.

If you're speaking to Mr. Polar, please suggest to him that he may want to arrange for additional footmen to attend the carriages. At the last ball, Lady Cramer actually had to step from her carriage without a helping hand. I promise it's true, that I spent literally an entire waltz apologizing to her.

Indeed, sir, and it was most courteous of you. But is Lord Quislet quite well? You appear to be taking his pulse...?

Why, that's not his pulse that's throbbing, it's .....swoooon!

*a rosey blush appears upon my cheeks. Eyelids flutter close then slowly reopen*

Why no, I was merely placing his hand back on his own knee, where it belongs.

Well I never!

Sir! Are you implying that I would be so bold as to be so forward with you?

I was only removing a small piece of lint from the leg of your trousers, Sir!


*Turns and walks back into the house*

Quislet, I meant no offense and am most troubled that I have been the source of your instant distress. I never meant to suggest that your hand was purposefully placed upon my knee. I should have explained that it simply flopped there during your momentary fainting spell. No one would ever suggest otherwise. To avoid you any embarassment, I replaced your hand to the position I knew you would want it to be in. And, in doing so, as Lady Cramer so adroitly noticed, I felt for your pulse to assure myself that you were in need only of smelling salts, rather than medical assistance.

Please forgive me for any misunderstanding.

Seeing as you are a dear and good friend as well as a brother at the bar, I accept your apology and offer one of my own for thinking that you would ever impugn my reputation.

Impugn youre reputation? My dear fellow, who would ever dare do that?

Impugn away, my dear boy.

Well certainly no one I know would do something so base. However, one can never be too careful with one's reputation.

Speaking of impeccable reputations, I have it on the best of authority, that Dame Arachne has ordered a new Easter chapeau from Mr. Ester, the milner. No doubt she will be the cause of many a quickened pulse when she promenades on Sunday next.

Mr. Ester's hats always cause a quickening of the pulse.

Mr. Transparent Fellow, will you be taking part in the Easter Egg roll?

No, unfortunately, Quislet, old chap, I'll be tending to the hounds in the country. It's springtime, so I must open the cottage for the season. Those 22 rooms get a little stale closed up for the winter. Nevertheless, it is indeed pleasant to have a little place removed from the hurly burly of the city.