Mary: Deah Mathyew, I hev so enjoyed our supernatural
meetings these strange nights, but somehow I feel we must draw the curtain on
these séances, as it were. It’s only that yew hev shuffled off this mortal coil
some four yeahs ago, and in the meantime I went and married a motorist—I
believe his name is Henry or Heathcliff or something of the sort—in any case I
hev also had my dalliances with Gilly and Tony—what I’m sayin’, Mathyew, is I
hev had a fair amount of tail in your absence, and perhaps the time has come for us both to
move on.
Matt: Oh Mary, yew old thing, I know all about it; For hev I
not watched over yew these many nights, creepin’ in through the wainscoting and
such, peepin’ in as yew—
Mary: Steady on, Mathyew, can’t a widow hev a bit of
privacy?
Matt: Mary, old bean, we on this side of
the spiritual veil are not full of your hang-ups, man. As for me, I hev been
dallyin' with your dear sister Sybbie on the reg—
Mary: Good Golly! [blushes becomingly]
Matt: —and yet there is something to what yew say, for I too feel we hev arrived at an ending, don’t yew know, and after so many Sunday evenings together we
shall need to find something else to do.
Mary: I suppose I felt it when Edith [spits] announced her
engagement. Suddenly it seems everyone was getting married: our cranky butler
and that Scotswoman, the mousey cook and the strapping young footman [pauses to
imagine Andrew in his undershirt] and even your unlovable old mater has found connubial
bliss, as it were. Why I do believe our little George has proposed an engagement
to Sybbie junior, and he cannot yet pronounce his R’s. It seems as though good
times hev come to us all, and all is well as ends well, wot? I suppose I shall switch
to watching Poldark [pauses to imagine a shirtless Aiden Turner].
Matt: Well then Mary, I must bid yew and your eyebrows
adieu! Only one thing left to say, and, well, I hate to mention it—
Mary: What, my phantasmal lover?
Matt: Only now that Edith is a marchioness, she can, in
fact, hev yew beheaded.
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