What Ho!
Timpson intercepts you.
"Sir! What as, you ain't going to be dining in that."
Timpson often forgets the feudal order of things. You give him a cold eye "Why yes, if I chose to dine in my traveling suit, I shall."
"Not that suit, sir" Timpson says firmly.
"Yes, this suit"
"Not those golf knickers, sir"
"Knickers are fine for all occasions" you respond a bit frostily.
"Why, it might as be reminding his Lordship of schoolboy clothes. Like as, what them schoolboys might as be wearing if they were to nick a few prime apples" Timpson looks at you significantly.
You fidget a bit with your new monocle. "Quite. Well, then Timpson, I find I have a few moments. Lead on to the boudoir!"
"Sir! What as, you ain't going to be dining in that."
Timpson often forgets the feudal order of things. You give him a cold eye "Why yes, if I chose to dine in my traveling suit, I shall."
"Not that suit, sir" Timpson says firmly.
"Yes, this suit"
"Not those golf knickers, sir"
"Knickers are fine for all occasions" you respond a bit frostily.
"Why, it might as be reminding his Lordship of schoolboy clothes. Like as, what them schoolboys might as be wearing if they were to nick a few prime apples" Timpson looks at you significantly.
You fidget a bit with your new monocle. "Quite. Well, then Timpson, I find I have a few moments. Lead on to the boudoir!"