To think we should have finished off the Queen of Huns?

[Hullygully]

I am here but for a moment and then I must away..
But I wished to serenade you with a small ditty I have been singing oh these past few moments...
The tune is very pretty and the lyrics are so beuatiful...

"Hully is a numpty
she cannot link for a toffeee
she is a big old dooh bag
ner ner ner ner"

what thinks you ? Is it not delightful?

Tra laa

Mr Beaulieu, perhaps you would care to take a turn about the park with me whilst my companions are occupied. Please, try not to worry yourself about Abercrombie, he is just a big softy really.

OOhhh I shall regret this in the morning!

Believe me, ladies, marriage just ain't what it's cracked up to be.

oh Bertha dear, have a little amuse bouche to cheer you up...I shall leave a plate outside your door...

Ta muchly!

Can I have fricassee of Nigel as a main?

Annoying as the wunderkind is, I feel 'twould break Gibbons heart to use her only child so...

and I believe small children are very indigestible.

How about some lovely slow cooked weasel?

Lovely! 'Twill be much the same...

Back from the wenching. Ooh, any hamster and aioli treats left? They sound delicious and I am famished.

When Gibbon is - ahem - satiated will the display begin?

I think Gibbon and Hully must still be engaged with dear Abercrombie. He does strive to give good value, dear thing.

Come Madame Casserole, let us away to the pavilion where I believe the display of manly arts may shortly begin. I do believe there is to be a display of Graeco-Roman wrestling, in traditional garb, by a pair of young subalterns. There will be time for eurhythmy and ditties later.

Mimi, will you join us?

I suppose I can spare a moment or two!

have a spinach and stilton roulade crumpet, Mme Casserole, 'twill stave off your hunger pangs!

Splendid!

am I back?

woe! alas! confound it and fucketyfuck

...I am having something of a struggle with Babbington's infernal machine! To say that, this evening, to be awaiting posts to arrive via the mail would be no mean exaggeration...I have had pamphlets published in less time than it has taken me to compose this poor post

dear Mary, perhaps this might assuage your problems with, ahem, Mr Babbage's infernal elecktrickal message machines?

I mean, really Lt Fitzy, do I have to g-g-go through with this? A-a-a-after all, it was M-m-m-m-miss Hully who squeezed m-m-m-m-my thigh! I w-w-would not dream of fondling a Lady so!!

Maybe Mr Abercrombie will not turn up. He s-s-s-s-seems like a cad of the first order. Do you know, he k-k-k-k-kept Miss Hully and Miss Gibbon occupied for the whole evening yesterday, p-preventing them from mingling with their guests? That's just d-d-d-dashed rude, is it not? Showing off more of his fancy swordplay I don't doubt. I w-w-w-was s-s-s-s-so hoping to d-dance a quadrille with Miss Hully.

Do you think Mr Abercrombie will choose swords or pistols? I-i-i-i-if I am struck a deadly blow, p-p-p-p-perhaps then at least Miss Hully w-w-w-will furnish me w-w-w-with a k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k a k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k a p-peck on the cheek

Why, tis the blushing young cavalier! How sweet he looks with the early light falling soft across his downy cheeks, he quite stirs my cockles.

Coo eee Beaulieu, what do you up so early? Would you care to take a turn about the ha ha before this morning's victuals? Mimi has mentioned jugged hare with rosemary jus, we will need hearty appetites.

Oh careless little me.