Post by Private Ayes on Jan 13, 2021 0:36:29 GMT
From the penny pamphlet, “The True-Life Adventures of Mssr. J.B.:
Mssr. J.B. was walking with Mlle. Belle when a shadowy figure whispers from a doorway, “Mssr. Le Baron, have I got a deal for you!”
J.B.s hand dropped to his sabre, “What business have you with me?”
A man in a rather dishevelled uniform of the City Watch stepped forward, “I have heard of your elevation within the peerage. A noble such as yourself must be represented by servants in the finest livery.”
J.B. cast a dubious eye on the applicant, “And you seek to forward yourself?”
“Oh no, Mssr. Le Baron,” the man objective, “Although in the glorious service of the City Watch, I am a procurer of Finer Things for the Nobility.”
“I see,” J.B. replied unconvinced, “What is your name, rascal?”
The little man puffed up as he announced, “Subaltern Christiano Riverbird at your service! Allow me to show you the latest Dutch styles! All imported!” The man pulled a doublet and bodice from under his cape.
“Looks more like they were deported,” J.B. observed wryly, “Melon hose? I thought that went out with codpieces.”
“Codpieces!” Christiano exclaimed, “I have one right here!”
Mlle. Belle exclaimed in shock as Christiano exposed the codpiece in an anatomically correct position. J.B. reached out and cuffed the Subaltern on the back of his head. “Thank you, sieur,” Christiano responded reflexively.
“Be gone villain!” Mssr. J.B. demanded, “The next thing you’ll offer is to measure and sew bespoke underclothing for beautiful ladies of respectability.”
As Mssr J.B. escorted Mlle. Belle away, a light appeared in Christiano’s eyes.
Mssr. J.B. was walking with Mlle. Belle when a shadowy figure whispers from a doorway, “Mssr. Le Baron, have I got a deal for you!”
J.B.s hand dropped to his sabre, “What business have you with me?”
A man in a rather dishevelled uniform of the City Watch stepped forward, “I have heard of your elevation within the peerage. A noble such as yourself must be represented by servants in the finest livery.”
J.B. cast a dubious eye on the applicant, “And you seek to forward yourself?”
“Oh no, Mssr. Le Baron,” the man objective, “Although in the glorious service of the City Watch, I am a procurer of Finer Things for the Nobility.”
“I see,” J.B. replied unconvinced, “What is your name, rascal?”
The little man puffed up as he announced, “Subaltern Christiano Riverbird at your service! Allow me to show you the latest Dutch styles! All imported!” The man pulled a doublet and bodice from under his cape.
“Looks more like they were deported,” J.B. observed wryly, “Melon hose? I thought that went out with codpieces.”
“Codpieces!” Christiano exclaimed, “I have one right here!”
Mlle. Belle exclaimed in shock as Christiano exposed the codpiece in an anatomically correct position. J.B. reached out and cuffed the Subaltern on the back of his head. “Thank you, sieur,” Christiano responded reflexively.
“Be gone villain!” Mssr. J.B. demanded, “The next thing you’ll offer is to measure and sew bespoke underclothing for beautiful ladies of respectability.”
As Mssr J.B. escorted Mlle. Belle away, a light appeared in Christiano’s eyes.