Anglo-Irish chroniques

Vanity fair

The night started off well enough. Ponsonby was not above consulting his valet on his appearance :
"Not too big? Still have my legs!"
"No! Perfect fit!" agreed the Lady of the house. "Yes, I think some would judge us a well-preserved couple..."
"Fine legs, Mashter!"
Ponsonby was proud of the new burgundy velvet jacket he had picked up that very day.