Enter Slimly Pursued By Rain

Lord Slimly: Brrrrr. English Summer rain.
Butler Burnett: Just awful sir.
Lord Slimly; Yes, I wouldn't have it any other way. Ah, Darling Bell I haven't told you
how lovely you look today.
Darling Bell: I know, you've been strangely lacking.
Lord Slimly: Its the perils of being an engaged man. It rather gets one's tongue.
Darling Bell: That I don't believe, with you at least.
Lord Slimly: Well, Lady Mishap does give me the rap sometimes.
Darling Bell: With some justification, I'm sure.
Lord Slimly: It isn't my fault that she won't allow me to compliment her. I have to guess when
she's sad when she's looks happy and know when I'm to be happy when I'm so sad.
Darling Bell: That's relationships for you.
Lord Slimly: Yes, I don't think I'm on good terms with my relations yet.
Darling Bell: Ahhh, this is all so interesting. Pour me some of the clear stuff with even more ice.
Lord Slimly: Yes, you rest on the couch with your precios headband on. Carrying that feather
in your hair must wear you so.
Darling Bell: I fear the onslaught of a headache. Escort me to the yelow divan.
Lord Slimly: Yes, that is more luxuriosly restful.
Darling Bell: Do you think Lady Mishap will mind, you rescuing a damsel in distress?
Lord Slimly: Just as long as you don't faint on me. I'm merely man, not muscular.
Butler Burnett: Would you like a hand dear lady?
Darling Bell: Well, yes, now that I'm regretting all those hands I turned down in marriage.
Butler Burnett: Allow me to bring to you an occasional chair.
Lord Slimly: And I'll bring the occasional table. Better still, lets swap, it is rather heavy.
Darling Bell: In the presence of two such strong men, small wonder I'm fainting.
Lord Slimly: I have that effect, but usualy in frite.
Darling Bell: Escort me to the utopia of soft furnishings. You can gabble on about yorself
later.
Butler Burnett; Lady..!
Lord Slimly: Slush?
Darling Bell: Sludge?
Butler Burnett: No, Mishap!
Darling Bell: What a mishap.
Lord Slimly: And I with another Lady in my arms!