“Darling, would you like butter or jam with your crumpet?” Miranda asked her husband at elevenses.
“I don’t give a toss.” Nigel shrugged. “I would like to know however if you’ve been shagging the butler.”
Miranda added a spoonful of sugar to her tea. “Are you talking about Lionel?”
Nigel sighed. “Of course I’m talking about Lionel, poppet. We only have the one butler.”
“No need to get cross, snoogums,” Miranda said. “I thought you might have meant Mumsy’s butler.”
“Why would I care about your mother’s butler?” Nigel bit into a crumpet. “These are rather dry.”
“Well, that’s why I asked about the butter and jam, you silly goose.” Miranda added both to her crumpet.
Nigel spread butter on the rest of his crumpet. “This makes quite a difference. Thank you, luv. Now back to the matter at hand…”
“Mumsy’s butler?” Miranda frowned. “He’s ready to retire. I was thinking that Ian might be perfect for the position.”
“Our underbutler?” Nigel frowned. “That would present a problem, dearest.”
“Because he would have to move hundreds of miles away to your mother’s.”
Miranda gazed at Nigel over her teacup. “I didn’t realize you’d grown so fond of him.”
“He plays chess with me when you retire early with a headache, which is rather frequently.”
“I see,” Miranda said. “I won’t recommend him then.”
They finished their meal in silence.
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