torch, torch@doubleagent.org
April 5-8, 2003

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A close second

"Went off rather well, I thought," Mr. Ringwood said, helping himself to another glass of brandy. "Mrs. Milborne looked curst unhappy, though."

"Bound to come around," the Hon. Ferdy Fakenham replied sagely. "Grandchildren. Just look at my aunt Valeria, now that Kitten's increasing."

Mr. Ringwood considered this. "Dare say you might be right. Sherry married and setting up his nursery, George married — you'll be next, Ferdy."

Ferdy jumped. "Me? Good God, no, Gil! Not the marrying kind."

Mr. Ringwood looked into his glass. "No?"

"No," Ferdy said firmly. He drained his own glass. "Feeling a bit too bosky to walk back to Cavendish Square, to tell you the truth. Mind if I stay here?"

"No," Mr. Ringwood said. He put his glass aside. "No, not at all."

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