Why, you misunderstand, Edwarda! I was only showing him around a bit, offering just the possibility of a spot of television, and I let him know in no uncertain terms that my affections, plus certain parts of my furniture, were reserved for a gentleman of proven artistic talent, and reserved for Summer Solstice, furthermore.
You could hardly have misunderstood more thoroughly. I am deeply wounded, in fact. In fact, it is you, Madam, who should be ashamed, for thinking ill of a genteel lady such as myself. Yes, that's it. |
