*Tarquin*
I hear Justin say, “I no longer have the moral fortitude to endure lectures in mathematics. So, if you’ll forgive me, Coz, I won’t be buying a ticket to lectures on the complexities of square roots.”
My mother then says to Miss Brielle, “I should like to ask your opinion of stone window casements in the Gothic style.”
Isolde replies to Justin, “Your comment implies you once had the moral fortitude to endure mathematical lectures.” Her eyes smile as she speaks; she’s thinking naughty thoughts, and I appreciate it.
Justin leans forward and says, “No, no, I’ve never had it, at least, not when it comes to mathematics. Now if you were talking about something truly interesting…”
“Fashion?” she guesses.
“I adore it!” Justin exclaims. “Life is nothing without the embellishment of
