What Ho!
Well, things just aren't going well. You decide to best way to deal with everything is to head back to your room and lock the door. Door having been locked, you crawl under the bedcovers and put your head under the pillows.
While this certainly helps your mood, you realize that sooner or later you're going to have to face up to your responsibilities.
That night, under cover of darkness, you have Timpson meet you in the woods with a train ticket home.
You sigh a relieved sigh as you hop into your first class compartment, and you watch as the terrain speedly transforms into a landscape utterly bereft of the sight of Astley Manor.
A few days later, you sit down with the morning paper and some unfortunately burnt toast. You can't help but notice the wedding banns for the Postletwaite-MacGillicuddy union are published.
Timpson walks in in, sighing heavily. "Telegram, sir." He looks even more morose than usual. "From a Miss MacGillicuddy, sir."
PETEY YOU ARE TOTAL LOONEY STOP WHAT MEAN YOU BY DISAPPEARING IN MIDDLE OF NIGHT STOP I OUGHTA POUND YOU A GOOD ONE I OUGHTA STOP WELL DONT MAKE TOTAL COCK OF IT YOU BETTER GET FITTED FOR WEDDING COAT STOP LOVE YOU LAMBYKINS STOP
Well, sometimes a man can't escape his fate. Dash that blasted Postletwaite code of honour!
While this certainly helps your mood, you realize that sooner or later you're going to have to face up to your responsibilities.
That night, under cover of darkness, you have Timpson meet you in the woods with a train ticket home.
You sigh a relieved sigh as you hop into your first class compartment, and you watch as the terrain speedly transforms into a landscape utterly bereft of the sight of Astley Manor.
A few days later, you sit down with the morning paper and some unfortunately burnt toast. You can't help but notice the wedding banns for the Postletwaite-MacGillicuddy union are published.
Timpson walks in in, sighing heavily. "Telegram, sir." He looks even more morose than usual. "From a Miss MacGillicuddy, sir."
PETEY YOU ARE TOTAL LOONEY STOP WHAT MEAN YOU BY DISAPPEARING IN MIDDLE OF NIGHT STOP I OUGHTA POUND YOU A GOOD ONE I OUGHTA STOP WELL DONT MAKE TOTAL COCK OF IT YOU BETTER GET FITTED FOR WEDDING COAT STOP LOVE YOU LAMBYKINS STOP
Well, sometimes a man can't escape his fate. Dash that blasted Postletwaite code of honour!