Lady Gently: Yes, I'm an old friend of Lady Mishap's, only I'm not that old. I've not
yet reached thirty yet at which time all our ages turn backwards.
Butler Burnett: I'll let my lady know you're art home, I mean at her home.
Lady Gently: Yes, do do that. I'll make myself at home in the meantime. Now this is the
drawing room. Oh, the door, where's Butler when I need him?
Lord Slimly: Hallo, I'm not the bailliffs.
Lady Gently: Yes, you're rite. You're far too well dressed to be a man cut from that cloth.
Lord Slimly: Oh, are you a lady burglar or has Lady Mishap removed herself in the nite?
Lady Gently: As I said you're far too overdressed to get a decent reply. You really are
quite showy.
Lord Slimly: Please tell me I'm not presently in the dream of a nitemare kind.
Lady Gently: It seems we are both in the same nitemare. We have both called on Lady
Mishap at tha same time.
Lord Slimly: We are alike then. I didn't realise we had so much in common.
Lady Gently: For me, tho, plagiarism will not be tolerated.
Lord Slimly: I shall go into the garden then and await my call. Do tell Burnett of my
arrival. It is sure to irritate him enough to give me an audience with my Lady and so
aid the begonning of me.
Lady Gently: I'll try to translate it to him, you have my word.
Lord Slimly: Then I have a date with a rose then. I'll seek out Gordon the Gardener and
give him some tips upon color.
Lady Gently: Oh, I don't doubt you think you can improve upon nature.
Lord Slimly: Oh, thank you. You say the nicest things!
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