Darling Bell: Oh look, its Lord Romper in his Rolls.
Lady Slush: It makes him quite dashing doesn't it.
Harmony of Hinterburne: I only date men in Mercedes Benz's these days.
Lord Slimly: Wonder what Romper's up here for anyway. There's no dinner in the offing.
Darling Bell: He seems to be talking to Hydrangea Primsunday. I'm sure she'll see him
right with a few cakes.
Lord Slimly: Yes, it can be quite fattening encountering the old cook.
Lady Slush: Oh, she's only as old as she is distinguished.
Harmony of Hinterburne: And not so crumbly as her pasteries.
Lord Slimly: Pasteries? You make them sound so exotic.
Harmony of Hinterburne: They do always arrive as if they've been shipped from somewhere exoitc.
Lord Slimly: A little worse for wear, I know.
Lady Slush: Come along. The Romper's ushering us to come and have a ride in his rolls.
Darling Bell: Yes, fetch your driving snoods. It is a hoodless convertable you know.
Lord Slimly: Well, I suppose a ride in the rolls beats eating Mrs Primsunday's dry rolls waiting for
us here.
Harmony of Hinterburne: How on earthe has he turned his Rolls into a convertible? And, secondly,
is it the done thing?
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