My aunt seems to think you need res­cu­ing, sir,” Viola laughed. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Ter­ri­fied,” he replied, chuck­ling. “See? I’m drink­ing my tea for fear of you.”

“Yes, all men hate tea,” she said, grow­ing more pleased with him by the mo­ment.

“Here I thought it was just me.”

“No. All,” she in­sisted. “Only think…if men did not de­spise tea so much, there would be no glory in forc­ing them to drink it every af­ter­noon! Would you like an­other cup, Mr Pope?

Tamara Lejeune

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You’re so ugly,” Be­linda whined, briefly claim­ing his grace’s at­ten­tion.

“Who are you?” he de­manded.

She blinked in sur­prise. “I’m Be­linda, of course.”

“I’m not ugly, young Be­linda,” he cor­rected her sternly. “I have a unique manly beauty that few can ap­pre­ci­ate.”

“Oh,” said Be­linda. “I thought you were just ugly. What a pity I’m not one of the few who can ap­pre­ci­ate your unique manly beauty,” she added glumly.

Tamara Lejeune

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