Oh, dear. “Nightly ecstasies,” Barnaby repeated, face pulling into an expression of concern.
“Come, madam,” he intoned mournfully. “If you do not know my meaning yet I must pity you with all my soul.” Barnaby gave a melodramatic sigh, hoping indeed he was mistaken, but just in case he was, he put it plainly. “Does your husband not satisfy you?”
“Come, madam,” he intoned mournfully. “If you do not know my meaning yet I must pity you with all my soul.” Barnaby gave a melodramatic sigh, hoping indeed he was mistaken, but just in case he was, he put it plainly. “Does your husband not satisfy you?”
