I can just imagine what they are saying.
The gentleman: "OK now ladies follow me, flutter you fan like this, then draw back your skirt into a slight curtsy."
Ladies try
The gentleman: "Very well done," his stomach growls because he hasn't eaten lunch yet.
The chaperons: "Isn't he just dashing, I'm just sure he and Lucy will be married by the spring."
"No, no, I heard he is quite fond of Mary."
"I'm sure your mistaken, he had tea with us a fortnight ago and said how much he admired her scones, and said he would come again when work permitted him."
"Well, at the ball last night he danced twice with Mary, and I'm sure would have danced two times more if your Lucy hadn't practically wrote his name on her dance card."
"What are you implying about my Lucy?"
"Why nothing, whatever could you mean?"
The gentleman: Thinking about how all he wants to do is go to his residence, and leave these empty headed girls and their fans.
3 comments:
Very funny, Megan. I enjoyed it brought a smile to my face.=)
Ha ha! That is a lark! Good narrative.
Well done! I can just imagine that conversation going down - very humorous!
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