Flaxlawna: Yes, thank you, Jean Pierre my artist friend brout me back. I'm sorry I went
missing for a while before we'd hardly met.
Lady Mishap: Not at all, you needed to stretch yor legs after yor long jorney, even if
it was three miles.
Flaxlawna: But now.
Lady Mishap: Yes, now, you'll have to meet everyone here.
Flaxlawna: O I had a talk with one already. Didn't catch his name, but you'd like him,
you'd have a lot in common as he's engaged to be married like you.
Lady Mishap: That's quite the coincidence. The Romper hasn't roped in someone has he?
Flaxlawna: O but come to think of it he wasn't like you at all. He was hating the engagement
whilst you were positively loving it.
Lady Mishap: You gleamed that from my glowing impression no doubt. My intended, Lord
Slimly, always compliments me on it. I'm so glad HE'S not like the man you met.
Flaxlawna: O I do wish I could meet your intended. He sounds like such an agreeable chap.
Lady Mishap: Yes, quite.
Flaxlawna: It seems so romantic here, within these halls.
Lady Mishap: You don't have large halls back home?
Flaxlawna: We do but they're rather overcrowded at the moment by aliens.
Lady Mishap: Ah, yes, the aliens. I've not had aliens over for afternoon tea yet. I must make
a space in my diary.
Flaxlawna: They're very quite agreeable.
Lady Mishap: I don't dout it. If one could stop them taking over the world I'm sure they'd be
perfect pleasant company.
Flaxlawna: They may desire grapefruit juice for afternoon tea however.
Lady Mishap: O that wouldn't be the done thing at all. It seems that there are some such things
as manners that earthlings are superior in even towards superanimated beings.
Flaxlawna: Their being always in outer space always leaves them open to earthling flaws.
Lady Mishap: They are alien to our customs after all.
Flaxlawna: Like how this mystery gentleman I've met seems alien to the ways of marriage.
Lady Mishap: O dear, I don't think I wish him to be visiting my place at all. I don't want
him to be putting ideas into my Lord Slimly's mind.
Flaxlawna: Ar, Lord Slimly sounds like such a lovely gentleman unlike the disagreeable
deserter who I met.
Lady Mishap: Yes, the analogy is good. Marriage can be like a war and, tho we should
always hold fire, there is also no shirking from one's duty of putting oneself in the firing
line.
Flaxlawna: You're so regimented. I can quite see how no man could ever refuse you.
Lady Mishap: Thank you; only point this man stepping out of matrimonial line out for me.
I should like him to face up to his opposite, namely my Lord Slimly. I should think the
comparrison should offer him some persuadeable advice.
Flaxlawna: In order for him to love marriage you mean?
Lady Mishap: O no, nobody ever does that! Merely, I mean, to fall under its spell.
Flaxlawna: You're such a word wizard!
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