Oh,it's probably one of the servants coming back from the village. Cathy,I
talked to Geoff Peters this afternoon about that new wing of ours. It doesn't
look as though we're going be able to marry Isabella off for another decade
or two; she's so particular.
It's a brother's duty， dear Edgar， to introduce your sister to some other
type than fops and pale young poets.
Well,you want a dragoon!
Yes,I do, with a fiery moustache!
Poor Isabella. I am afraid I got the only prize in the county.
Oh，thank you，darling. And for me， heaven is bounded by the four walls of
Yes，we're all angels， even my little petit point hero. I'm just putting
wings on him.