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Mrs Finnegan remains the loyal, reliable and hard-working Housekeeper at The Regency Town House and continues to GIVE pithy and pertinent advice to readers. She is nothing if NOT consistent
I FOUND SOMETHING in my husband’s luggage after a trip to London for a tea tasting at Twinings in The Strand.
At first I thought I should pretend not to have seen it. Surely as a good wife that is my sorry and lonely duty?
But then the slow burn of resentment seeped into my soul.
How tired I am of being a good wife.
So, I decided to write to you, Mrs Finnegan. You see I have a most distressing problem. I love my husband.
The book fell open at page 7. I read no further. Is this Guide what I think it is?
Oh very DEAR.
I think it PROBABLY it is what you think it is.
But bear in mind it is ONLY directions, not the destination itself. There’s nothing to SAY that he has FOLLOWED the INSTRUCTIONS contained in THESE pages.
MY ADVICE is to say NOTHING, but let the book slip softly from your fingers. It should land some where your husband is BOUND to find it before a maid can tidy it away.
Let him be CONSUMED with worry that you may have seen it.
Let him ITCH with guilt.
And be TORTURED by uncertainty. He can no longer be sure of the ground upon which he walks which is just as it should be.
He is a very foolish and very fortunate man (fortunate in his choice of wife) and needs to be reminded of BOTH conditions.
Some magazines for ladies propose that shopping provides the perfect OPPORTUNITY to get your own back in SUCH situations.
I say FIE! to that IDEA.
This is not a bonnet-buying problem. It is degrading to suggest it can be made better with a bit of silk and tulle.
A degree of torment has to be involved, although I’ve no OBJECTION to the acquisition of a bonnet at the same time.
Of course, your husband should NEVER be allowed to go to London on his own again.
Brutus is sill missing.
Today Dan Dapper declared war.
His weapon is another advertisment in The Brighton Gazette, but this one has teeth. And claws.
To The thief who stole my dog from Brunswick Square. A guinea if you return him. No greater reward will be offered. You will remain a free man. No prosecution will be sought or harm come to you.
To everyone else. If you have information about the thief five guineas payable when the dog is found.
A further five guineas when the thief is convicted.
Master Talbot whistled as I read the advertisement ALOUD. Master Peregrine had brought the newspaper over, keen to share the latest development.
“That’s a powerful amount of money,” said Master Talbot. He looked thoughtful as if he had found a lump of gristle stuck in his teeth and couldn’t remember where it might have come from.
Master Peregrine agreed and the TWO men shared a LOOK. Try as I MIGHT I couldn’t UNWIND the meaning, but it meant something, of that I’m certain.
“Ten guineas could turn brother against brother; father against son,” said Master Peregrine.
It occured to me that is you shouldn’t judge the Riding Master (retired) on his poetry.
Of Daniel Dapper, I can tell you little, excepting that he is a BROODING restless presence. He no longer rides his horse out in the evening to return in the early hours of the morning (thus leading to rumours about POSSIBLE highwayman activities which I NEVER believed).
Instead he WANDERS around the Square, looking as though he could KICK the sun into the sea and prosecute a chrysanthemum for daring to flower.
A commotion in the street roused me from QUIET reflection by the fire this afternoon. Sissy ran in telling me to come see! Come! I did so as soon as I straightened my cap and FULLY understood where I was and who I was.
At first I could’nt TAKE IN the scene that greeted me. Stable boys were waving their caps in the air, women were crying and GROWN men discovered they had something in their eye.
Brutus was sitting in his usual spot in Brunswick Square.
And the hand on his collar belonged to Master Peregrine.
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