Alexia suspected Lord Maccon's handling was a tad more than was strictly called for under the circumstances, but she secretly enjoyed the sensation. After all, how often did a spinster of her shelf life get manhandled by an earl of Lord Maccon's peerage? She had better take advantage of the situation.

No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.

My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A.

Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn? Laddy Maccon sighed. "Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.

Past persons of Scottishness in contact with mastermind of supernatural persuasion in London, aka Agent Doom.’ Floote moved on to the third bit of paper. “ ‘Lady K says Agent Doom assisted depraved Plan of Action. May have all been his idea.’ Moving on to the last one, he read out, "Summer permits Scots to expose more knee than lady of refinement should have to withstand. Hairmuffs much admired. Yours etc., Puff Bonnet.