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My Dear Mr Quislet,

Although I hold forth hope that others may accompany us in the festivities, I am certain that you and I will enjoy each other's company, as always.

My Dear Rockhopper Lad,

Please accept my humblest apologies as I was unable to attend my own modeling box lunch social. My cheeks are the brighest red in embarassment.

Oh, my dear Mr Quislet, I fear I was unable to attend myself. I understand the models had a superb time with the waitstaff.

But, fret not, dear fellow, the red of your cheeks is a most merry shade, quite accentuating to your eye-colour.

Oh Mr. Rockhopper LAd!

Might I impose upon you to rub my wrists? I am feeling a little faint.

Why, Mr. Quislet, I am always at your disposal. Shall it be necessary to send my manservant to fetch the smelling-salts? Perhaps some of Aunt Ida's lemonade may rouse your spirits as well.

Aunt Ida's Lemonade is much too strong. Is that sherry on the sideboard? Perhaps a drop of that, for medicinal purposes, would be OK.

And don't trouble your man servant for the smelling salts. The way you are rubbing my wrists seems to be doing the trick.

A little nip of sherry is always appropriate, dear fellow. Hmm. I shall have to stop rubbing your wrists to appropriate the sherry. Excuse me one moment whilst I pour you a small glass. There we go.

*takes the moment that Rockhopper Lad is getting the sherry to arrange myself appropriately on the couch*

You are most kind!

Peradventure someone may care to accompany me upon a summertime rowing-trip, I shall ready the boat along with a tasty picnic-lunch. Seeing as it is summer, attire will be casual: Boater, linen suits and other things one dares only wear during warm weather.

Hey I am reading a book on Victorian London and the author presented an amalgamation of advice offered to Victorian ladies at the time. I thought of this thread when I read them and am now going to share some with you.

Never be in the company of an unmarried man alone, unless considerations such as the imminence of an acceptable proposal of marriage outweigh the normal rule.

If about to faint with emotion, make sure there is a convenient sopha on which to subside. Not all gentlemen can be relied upon to catch a falling female in time.

When at the opera, assume an expression of transported delight, and ignore any tendancy of the gentlemen in your party to spend time surveying the other ladies in the house through their opera glasses.

If a dubious joke is made in your hearing you have a choice. Either you may show your disapproval, by a frigid glare - but this shows that you understood the double-entendre; or you may take the easier course and ignore it, so demonstrating your pure innocence.

When other peoples' children are presented to you, express delight and admiration, no matter how unprepossessing the infant. Resist any temptation to call attention to their running noses, wet pantaloons, or digital nasal explorations. One can only hope that all these matters will be taken care of by some third party such as the nursemaid. ... Meanwhile try your utmost to avoid physical contact with them, combining an adroit management of your skirt with uninterrupted paeans of praise. Much the same applies to other peoples' pets, with obvious amendments.

You must never be seen in an inelegant posture. Blowing out a candle is decidedly inelegant, If there is no handy extinguisher; let someone else distend their cheeks.

I do believe, on the occasion of your birthday, dear Mr. Quislet, that a little blow on a candle could be forgiven.

I am getting to the point where I'll need an extinguisher for all the candles on the cake.

Then please allow me, kind sir, to assist you in the matter of those troublesome candles.
I am Sir, as always, your dedicated servant.
(There classy!! I didn't even mention giving you a blow)

Only if you have an extinguisher. I would not want you to appear inelegant.

Here, Mr Crowds, you may use my candle-snuffer. I always attempt to have one near at hand in case of emergencies. Oh, and I do have a sopha nearby if needed.

My dear Mr Quislet,

Why thank you for your concern, but if I may set you at your ease by telling you that I always take the upmost care and attention in my deportment and manner.

I thank you and am indeed humbled by your kindess of spirit. If you will forgive me for being so bold in saying that you are most definately as beautiful on the inside as you are handsome on the outside.

And I can attest to the softness of Mr. Rockhooper Lad's sopha. One does not get hurt falling on Mr. Rockhopper Lad's sopha when one is fainting due to emotions.

Oh Mr. walkswithcrowds,

You are turning my cheeks quite rosy with your kind words.

Would you like a small glass of My Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade?

Why thank you kind sir.
A glass of lemonade would me most appreciated.
It is a tad on the warm side in your smoking rooms.
Would it be appropriate for me to loosen my collar stud a mite?
I don't want to be too risque but I feel I may well faint with the heat.
Of course I am sure that, even thought we have the delectable Mr Rockhoppers divine divan to cushion my fall, I am most certain that it will not be needed, as you will surely catch me in your strong manly arms.

Why don't we sit on the sopha before you faint?

I'll draw the drapery so as to block the sunlight and hopefully that will cool the room sufficiently. (and be assured that I would be most discreet and not mention any loosening of collar studs)

If it would not be considered too presumptuous, I'll loosen up all the studs once the draperies are drawn.

Why Mr. Lad Boy, I would say that is very presumptuous. It is a good thing that I am sitting on this lovely sopha. You may have to rub my wrists in order to revive me.

My dear Mr Lad Boy While I must admit to a certain amount of surprise, maybe even shock at your suggestion of loose clothing (Indeed a quick lie down and a cold compress may be called for) I realise that - of course - your comfort must be our paramount concern.
So, to that end, even though I fear that I am blushing most ferociously at the thought, I urge you to avail yourself of my hospitality and loosen anything you desire.
It simply would not do to cause you discomfort and hence to leave unsatisfied.

My dear Mssrs. Quislet, Crowds and Lad Boy, fret not. I shall have my man draw the curtains back and bring a decorative privacy screen so that those who desire not to see certain goings-on need not do so.

After all, gentlemen often need time apart to discuss gentlemanly things.

Now, there is ample room on my sopha. Mr Quislet has supplied a more-than-sufficient provision of that heavenly elixir, Aunt Ida's lemonade. I have, on many occasion, enjoyed a draught of that most lovely concoction.

Gentlemen, excuse me please, and far be it from me to tell a person of the male persuasion what to do, but perhaps might I merely suggest that the change of seasons may dictate an opportunity for you to indulge in a heated libation. Might I suggest you sample something more robust then lemonade? A nice port or mayhap a sangria which has been stirred up and then ever so lovingly mulled and finally heated through with a hot poker? I believe there are some man-sized tankards for just such a purpose in the butler's pantry. He, that is to say the butler, is most accomodating and would be happy to oblige this or any special requests.