Enter Slimly With Slim Hopes

Lord Slimly: Is Lady Mishap receiving visits today?
Butler Burnett: No, I'm afraid not, sir.
Lord Slimly: Good, we will not be interupted then.
Butler Burnett: But she does have a headache.
Lord Slimly: She'll have an even bigger one if she doesn't hear my news. She needs to be
prepared for something on the horizon.
Butler Burnett: On the horizon, sire?
Lord Slimly: Yes, and not just the sun. Something more dazzling in horrification. That IS a
word isn't it, Burnett?
Butler Burnett: I'll let you in and avoid the question.
Lord Slimly: Smart move, if not as quite as smart as if you would have answered it.
Lady Mishap: Is that Lord Slimly I hear?
Butler Burnett: Yes, but I thought you weren't receiving my dear.
Lady Mishap: To anyone but him I aren't. Do come in, Lord Slimly. My study awaits.
Lord Slimly: I can't wait to study it, tho I have news unbecoming to the no doubt tranquility
of it.
Lady Mishap: Oh, it sounds awful. I can't wait to hear it.
Lord Slimly: You shouldn't wish what you don't yet know, you know.
Lady Mishap: I kind of think surprizes serve to spice things up a bit. There's no end to the things
we learn - sometimes about ourselves - that we didn't know.
Lord Slimly: I tend to know everything I'm doing when I'm doing it, but not before.
Lady Mishap: You're quite the inspiration, I agree.
Lord Slimly: I see that. Its inspiration always that I seek. Like I seek you now. You're very
complimentary today.
Lady Mishap: I know. I surprise myself. I always do...You say I inspire you?
Lord Slimly: Why, yes, a muse you are for sure; but I thought you knew.
Lady Mishap: As we were saying before, or at least hinting at, we tend to know of things after
they have happened.
Lord Slimly: And what has happened that you have found out now, mite I inquire?
Lady Mishap: Oh, nothing....Your news! Let me know your news.
Lord Slimly: It sounds so prosaic now I'm put on the spot.
Lady Mishap: Well, it won't be until you say it. Now here is the study. Come in. Take a seat.
Lord Slimly: Yes, alrite....no, wait. Ladies first. I must insist in having an answer to my
question, and I apologise for my forwardossity. Is that a word?
Lady Mishap: More importantly, tho, take a seat.
Lord Slimly: No, why so agitated? Why that tremulos fingering of your Henry James collection?
You'll have that ivory tower wobblin if you don't watch it!..Oh, there it goes.
Lady Mishap: Oh, its all rite, I'll get them up. Here's 'What Maisie Knew' Here's 'The Europeans'
Lord Slimly: I just found 'Daisy Miller' hiding by the table leg.
Lady Mishap: And I've found 'The Golden Bowl' in the fruit bowl.
Lord Slimly: Oh, 'Roderick Hudson's at the door.
Lady Mishap: And 'The Reverberator' by the radiator.
Lord Slimly: You have quite a collection. Ah, 'The Other House' is still in this house.
Lady Mishap: That's my second favourite. Have you seen 'The Princess Cassamassima?'
Lord Slimly: She real, or a book?
Lady Mishap: Oh, no matter, I located her.
Lord Slimly: 'The Turn Of The Screw' went loose under the chair.
Lady Mishap: And 'The Aspern Papers?'
Lord Slimly: Amongst your manuscript papers. 'The Love For Sir Thinn by Lady Mishap?'
This autobiographical?
Lady Mishap: Er, hush and look for my favorite. I must have 'The Portrait'.
Lord Slimly: I've found 'The Spoils Of Poynton' by the safe.
Lady Mishap: Very good, but I fear for my favorite.
Lord Slimly: Oh, I've found 'Confidence' just when I'd given up hope.
Lady Mishap: The Portrait, The Portrait, The Portrait of a Lady....Oh, wait!
Lord Slimly: What?
Lady Mishap: You're about to step on it. I'll get it.
Lord Slimly: Allow me.
Lady Mishap: Ow!
Lord Slimly: Are you alrite? Trust me to bump heads.
Lady Mishap: Er, yes, er alrite. Its only a little mishap.
Lord Slimly: I didn't realise you had such green eyes.
Lady Mishap: They're the color of my gradmother's engagement ring.
Lord Slimly: Interesting.
Lady Mishap: Yes, isn't it.
Lord Slimly: Could I read you Sir Thinn?
Lady Mishap: You could be him.
Lord Slimly: I think I already am.
Lady Mishap: Yes, tho he's something to live up to.
Lord Slimly: What does he do that I don't do?
Lady Mishap: HE kisses ME.