Enter The Conservatory

Lady Mishap: Now what is this matter you wish to talk with me about? You must tell me.
Lady Gently: It is rather delicate, you may consider it quite obtuse.
Lady Mishap: Tell me gently then, Lady Gently.
Lady Gently: It concerns, I'm afraid the matter of money.
Lady Mishap: Oh, dear, that is distasteful indeed. But pray continue. I can't wait.
Lady Gently: Daddy, being of an age and unsound mind has rather squandered the royal readies,
rendered our fortune incapacitated, put quite a dent in it.
Lady Mishap: A dent?
Lady Gently: Put a veritable hole in it. In short, the Estate's in a state.
Lady Mishap: Goodness, how unfortunate!
Lady Gently: Quite. The only thing stopping us from stooping into penury is that I've arrested the
last of Daddy's roulette chips, or else, otherwise, we'd be chips.
Lady Mishap: Have you means to go on, to breathe?
Lady Gently: We're quite out of essentials like petrol. I had to arrive here by omnibus.
Lady Mishap: You poor thing.
Lady Gently: But I might not have to be.
Lady Mishap: What?
Lady Gently: Poor, I mean.
Lady Mishap: Oh.
Lady Gently: Not that I come here asking for money.
Lady Mishap: Of course not. I horror at the thought.
Lady Gently: I've actualy come here to sell, nay offer.
Lady Mishap: An offering?
Lady Gently: Yes, of wood. A wood offering. You know the Chippendale writing desk you so much
admired.
Lady Mishap: The one with the ink blots of three romantic poets stained on its surface?
Lady Gently: Yes, the inks of inspiration. Well, it could be yours if you'd help Daddy out of his dilemma.
Lady Mishap: But how much in debt are you? Would the price for the desk suffice?
Lady Gently: The depth of the debt? Not deep. But the price to get Daddy to the rehabilitation
center certainly is steep.
Lady Mishap: So Daddy's going away for a while is he?
Lady Gently: For recuperation, yes, and long enough for me to get his affairs in order.
Lady Mishap: Well, I must have the desk. Let me get my chequebook.
Lady Gently: Oh, I'm glad to be of service.
Lady Mishap: I can feel the ghosts of those poets returning even now.