Easy Virtue Page #3

Codswallop. She'll be delighted.

If mother was so desperate for her hand

in marriage, she should've asked herself!

Strange as it may seem,

I agree with your sister.

I think you're wrong.

On certain things, yes. Call her.

Really?

- Really.

Really! If Edgar were here,

he'd do the manly thing.

What? Run away?

Here they come!

And the chequered flag goes to...

Fast work, John!

I should've written, but it happened

so fast, I didn't know where I was.

In Larita's arms, it seems.

Please don't be disappointed.

- Of course I'm disappointed.

But tell me you're happy,

and I'll tell you you're forgiven.

# You're the top,

you're Mahatma Gandhi! #

Panda, don't break out

the brandy just yet.

The hell we're not.

Have I missed something?

- Let sleeping cows stand.

Oh, you plonker!

Rule one, push sleeping cow.

Rule two, get out of the way.

Rule three, remember rule two.

Sarah!

It's so lovely to see you.

I hear your poor father

is not having a good day.

I'm afraid not. He sends his love.

You are a jolly good sport,

turning up like this, that's all I can say.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Larita is such a pretty name.

Yes. Excellent for musical comedy.

Hilda!

I hear the cow's in a terrible way.

- I've sent flowers.

And did she eat them?

Touch!

Good evening to you all.

Nobody told me tonight

was fancy dress!

Then why have you come

as the village idiot?

I think I'm snagged.

Let me help you with that.

Holy mother!

Panda? You're forgiven... tenfold.

Sarah Hurst, I'd like to introduce

my wife, Larita Whittaker.

Gosh, I do like the sound of that.

Sarah... finally.

Johnnie talks about you constantly.

- How very annoying for you.

I hope we can be friends.

- We already are. Congratulations.

Er... I'd like to be friends, too.

Larita, my tiresome brother...

- The dishonourable Philip Hurst.

Charmed, my dear lady.

Indeed.

Philip, won't you escort me in?

Of course,

my beautiful, little Sausage Fingers.

That's whet my appetite.

Shall we adjourn to the dining room?

And toast my beautiful bride.

Had we known there was to be

a wedding reception,

we could've lashed out on taffeta!

She's a lot like drowning:

quite pleasant once you stop struggling.

So, John, was Larita's

family able to attend the wedding?

More cabbage, Madam?

There's lots to do, Larita.

You ride, don't you?

Boats, cars or planes?

No, horses, silly.

- Ah, yes, horses.

Faulty steering and unreliable brakes.

I'm stealing that for Stirrup Cup!

Stirrup what?

- Cup.

Every November, Philip and Sarah's

family host the hunt.

Wait until you meet their father,

Lord Hurst, he's terrific.

And Lady Hurst?

- Was terrific, until she... stopped.

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