(Dear IPOATthe Fourth, that a happy ending is altogether unlikely?

[Hullygully]

Or not?

Put your pistol down at once, my good man. Do you know who I am? I am not one to be trifled with. Oh! What's that?

Now let that be a lesson to you and stop that naughty highwaymanning. Get some proper employment.

(Widow - love Gerald in the shell)

Mimi, it's on SOH's thread to MNHQ about Fridays..(before she sulks again, tiresome wench that she is)

aaghhhah! My fine wench! know you not that maiden juice has not effect on those of the lower orders?

But, but can it be?

What devilry is this? Can it be that the husbands are taking revenge upon us?

We appear to be in a lair of some sort.

Why, I do believe that after I passed out from a surfeit of MAIDEN JUICE, we must have been chanced upon by brigands, who somehow subdued the remaining company and absconded with both ourselves, and our belongings! Presumably one of their number secreted himself somehow within the carriage so that when the bandits ambushed us, he was able to prevent us from defending ourselves! Surely they have brought us back to their fetid hideout to have their wicked way with us!

Woe is us! Will we ever get to the palace? Who will save us?

DO THEY KNOW WHO I AM?

Hully in the cave

A cave? Lawks!

Lady Hully come. MAIDEN JUICE I get

I shall rescue you my love, little did I know when I was employed to hold up your coach what a priceless treasure lay within!

Say you know me, my love!

Little did BJS know how changed Lady Hully was from her subterranean ordeal!

No I don't. Now get out of my way, I want to get to London and fulfil my Royal Destiny.

Thus?

I am most seriously unimpressed with these highwaymen. I distinctly recall there being mention of wicked ways being had.

They have not even been kind enough to feed us! I am currently subsisting on the secret supply of buttercream that I had secreted in my bloomers.

I mean, really, with all the gentlemen we know, one might imagine some of them might have tried to rescue us. I suppose Abers is too busy creating tableaux vivants with his desiccated maidens. But I did hope the Sheikh might attempt to retrieve us, though perhaps his camels sink in the boggy Heath. And I daresay the other gents may not be disposed to aiding us since the 'manacles in the dungeon' episode. If only we had access to one of Mr Babbage's computational devices, we could access www.whiteknight.org and order our own rescue.

What say you, MiladyDeWinter? Have you any idea how we may escape our current predicament?

I can hardly be expected to rescue myself, I am far too important.

(did not get on yesterday am off to see where we are and if I have been married off/shot/sold as a sex slave)

.

Oooerr, we are in a damp, dark, place I see. Is it warm?

oh you silly bint, I am giving you the opportunity for BlackJack to be whichever of your favoured men you desired, turned to the high toby in despair at losing you, but now could rescue you, be reuinited, and carry you to London...

But oh no, you just dismissed him out of hand!

Don't look to me for plot impetus!

She's blinded by delusions of grandeur, BlackJack. I was hoping you were Rochester, although I can't remember if he is still blind. Highwaymanning must be quite tricky if you can't see.

didn't rochester regain his sight? pah/ The Ungrateful Wench. Could possibly do plot shift and become Sheiky boy if Umami fancied it?