Salacious suppositions notwithstanding...

Roderick Duskford-Robbins Esq said...

Gosh - intrigue! PFHH is indeed Peke-like in the extreme! Saw Lovegoode (albeit alone at the time) at Ascot , but smelt distinctly of that frangipane scent, of which old Nelly is fond... methinks PFHH had spotted me making my way through the crowds, holding aloft the Canard-Duchêne '37 and had absquatulated before yours truly arrived.

Also, will you be at the Motts Finchley Symposium next Thurs?

My dear cousin thrice removed, Roderick,

As always, your delight in calumny is most salacious. I was only last night visiting with your sister Ephigenia, who told me the diabolical tale of your and Gilpy's altercation with the entourage of the Sultan of Quimp after you spread the story of his dalliance with Her Majesty's cattle! Honestly I cannot imagine how you escaped with your head yet on your shoulders (I can only imagine it was, as usual, Gilpy's quick wit that extracted you from this well deserved fate).

As usual, hearing from you fills me with loathing and disgust, (and with it, a strong sense of nostalgia for our childhood). On principle, I shall disregard your comments as spurious until such time as I hear otherwise from a more reliable source.

I shall indeed be at the Motts Finchley Symposium, where I am giving a talk on my latest findings regarding the mating behaviour of the Nymphalis Antiopa I have been studying. I shall entertain you and Gilpmed in my suite at the Dorchester thereafter, where I shall introduce you to my new companion, Hung, a charming and erudite fellow with whom I became well acquainted during my travels in Western Zananialand at the beginning of the year. Kindly ensure that you wear nothing of the colour purple about your persons, as Hung finds the colour disturbing in the extreme and is often thrown into fits of uncontrollable rage when in its proximity.

I trust that you will avoid calamity between now and our next meeting. All my best to Gilpmed, and do tell him that if he can bring himself to wear some kind of ceremonial garb when we meet, I shall be enchanted.

Yours,
Meredith