Enter Darling Bell Seeking Graceful Judgment

Darling Bell: I'm dancing, I'm dancing, what am I?
Harmony of Hinterburne: A dancer?
Darling Bell: No, a gymnast, watch me wheel.
Lady Mishap: Yor in good spirits. I mean, more so.
Darling Bell: More so that I've engaged Lord Romper. I knew I could catch that tiger!
Harmony of Hinterburne: You've snared him? Who with?
Darling Bell: Tilly Gorgeos, she's been pining for him for ages.
Lady Mishap: Realy? What was preventing her?
Darling Bell: She was disposing of Sir Fork. He wouldn't stop proposing to hear her say 'Nay'.
Harmony of Hinterburne: I'm glad that The Romper has ceased to romp. He was, frankly,
putting us all to shame.
Lady Mishap: Have they set a date?
Darling Bell: Yes, September the 23rd.
Lady Mishap: The 23rd?!
Harmony of Hinterburne: What? That wasn't the date you were setting was it?
Lady Mishap: No, but isn't that before Autumn. My Lord said we shold wait til then, only now
it appears The Romper will be romping all over my parade. Getting in first, if you like.
Darling Bell: Or maybe he'll be the warm up act for the main corse.
Lady Mishap: Or maybe I'm engaged to a man who's been dragging his concrete feet.
Harmony of Hinterburne: They always said it wold be a fete to get Slimly to the starting line.
Lady Mishap: The starting line?
Harmony of Hinterburne: Yes, he sees marriage as athletic endeavor.
Lady Mishap: I hope he won't seek desertion over the exertion.
Darling Bell: Dereliction of duty. That's only acceptable by divorce. And you have to be
married for a while for that.
Harmony of Hinterburne: That's deep.
Lady Mishap: Yes, very, and far too sensible for my grievances. Aren't you supposed to be
dancing?
Darling Bell: No, I'm a gymnast, a gymnast. Watch me wheeeeeeel!
Lady Mishap: Did you see where she went?
Harmony of Hinterburne: I think she went down that hill.