Lillian: How can you sit there at a time like...

Lillian: How can you sit there at a time like this?

Arnaut: Because standing might knock my breeches out of alignment, they’re perfectly ruffled to provide me an air of relaxation while enforcing my sense of superior style.

Lillian: I know that you enjoy your afternoon sit, with the window open to the Rochester’s, so they can casually observe you in your state of superiority. Not that they have yet.

Arnaut: It has been three years, and I know that if I ever relax for but a moment they will observe me when my collar is out of place, or when the smoke from my ornate Tibetan hookah is thin and lifeless. You know we must be always prepared and stylish, Lil.

Lillian: I know, and I can see that you have brought out ol’ Fauntleroy in case the maid happens in.

Arnaut: She does love it so, always good to brighten the day of the under-dressed and under-educated. No doubt the poor dear had never seen a four foot pipe before coming to work for us.

Lillian: No doubt, now then, back to business, whether you want to or not we need to hurry down to Mall, there’s a sale at the Forever 1821 and they have our frock coats in, the ones with the lace lapel linings

Arnaut: Satan’s balls! Why didn’t you start with that, quickly, get Reginald to prepare the hansom.

Lillian: The Buckley or the Herring?

Arnaut: Buckley! Don’t be stupid, we can’t go out to the Mall without the polished whale bone accouterments, we’d look like bankers!

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