... a dark and stormy night.
Suddenly a shot was poured.
"You call that a shot?," Lady Helen laughed raucously.
"Only my third, my dear," replied Lord William, "to take the edge off. You agree, yes?"
Lady Helen did her best puppy dog look matching a doleful expression with a come-hither look, but said nothing. She turned on her well clad heel and skipped out of the room to a regular clack clack clack clack. And those clacks could go on for quite some time.
Lord William swirled his glass, took a long draught of gin and sighed, "Oh, baby."
At that moment there was an audible *pop* to which Lord William turned.
In his amazement he saw ...