I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

There are few nicer things than sitting up in bed, drinking strong tea, and reading.

There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness_(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad as it is, no human body can be happily drunk all the time).

Nowadays, people resort to all kinds of activities in order to calm themselves after a stressful event: performing yoga poses in a sauna, leaping off bridges while tied to a bungee, killing imaginary zombies with imaginary weapons, and so forth. But in Miss Penelope Lumley's day, it was universally understood that there is nothing like a nice cup of tea to settle one's nerves in the aftermath of an adventure- a practice many would find well worth reviving.

Have tea, might write,_ Laura returned.

One Bagatelle, and I__l raise you a novel,_ Megan had tweeted back.__riting for tea? Now that would have been a solution for the British empire,_ Laura returned.__riting for me,_ Megan had typed.____l write you a tea fortune.___o deal. I want a novel. September sounds good.