<its slightly long, but I think I've distilled it as much as I can> UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS It woz 'alf pas' four but it felt like I'd bin servin' cake awl day! "I do hope George is at the ball tonight." My lady really fancies 'im! 'owever, Dowag'r Lady Davenport woz right narked. "Gracious no, my dear! What can you be thinking ... he's the disgraced son of a gambler!" She waved 'er 'and at me to pour another cuppa. I woz creasin' up inside. Course, I 'ad to 'old it proper like or i'd 'av spilt it all over the bat. "Colonel Cunninghams' eldest is a far better match. Could you at least have one dance together?" By the look on 'er face, I knew right well wot Lady Mary thought o' that!