Valentina and Jacob

[Jacob Swainswick]

Or alternatively Sir could dress Madam like a half-shilling strumpet.

[Jacob Swainswick]

Ne'er shall it be said that the staff of the Silver Thimble do not walk that extra mile to afford their clientele a satisfactory resolution to their quonundra.

[Jacob Swainswick]

For the price of a boon that betokens the suitor's regard for his inamorata, payable of course to Miss Audley, I could make myself available to stand beneath the shadow of a lady's balcony and whisper prompts to her would-be Christian.

[Valentina Audley]

If Lady Leroux does appear Valentina is going to start thinking she's in some kind of malk/nos farce...

[Erika Leroux]

There is a great disturbance in the peace, as if dozens of bills for gowns and sundries are suddenly being read.

[Valentina Audley]

Jacob! Put the kettle on and bring out the good biscuits... I think we're gonna have a guest!

[George Williamson]

Maybe the clan should have a group trip to the Silver Thimble? Make sure our newest find is getting on well!

[Samuel Taylor]

Fresh cut flowers? I'll think about it.

[Jacob Swainswick]

Might I suggest ceramic rather than fresh-cut, sir? They might be said to symbolise your love: whilst fragile, they are potentailly eternal.*

Also non-biodegradable.


(And I refer Mr. Williamson to the first few seconds of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEPfSWk0Lsw )

* (Those of a crueler, albeit poetic, nature would add: a cold, dead simulacrum of a living thing; but Keats would never say such a thing. Did I mention that everyone loves Keats?)

[Christine Daye]

Honestly, can a girl not go shopping for some pretty things for herself without rampant speculation and sniggering? What is the world coming to?